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Born the blind, delusional mind
the hand that feeds the lie
The garden is severed, burned is the
your eyes 'cause God hates you

The serpents have the power coiled in
A gift of beautiful sin
Paint the whore with the of Eden
It's time to the end of the world

We have flown too to the sun
But in even angels can get burned

As death down upon them
Cleansing the streets in a cloudburst of
Black leather coils up my nostrils
Tingling with death's

It out through the cracks
In the cold sidewalks of the city of sin
Feast the images of molten massacre
As the machineries of death relentlessly on

We flown too close to the sun
But in space even angels can get
breeds in silent fire
No hope for as the world expire