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I am the that you cant strike
I am the spear will run you through

And when the shots were falling we were sound
And you your palms with dirty bombs
of hand-grenades

I am teeth cannot bite
Ill tear your up by the roots

And when the shots were falling we sound asleep
And you your palms with dirty bombs
of hand-grenades

Hear the bell tolls
loud for you
Coroners and
Cry out, Gloria!

All across the
towards the sun
The two-bit prophet and
Pulls a from everyone

Feel the hoof-beats
Pound across the
The sin of our
Lies within our clutching

Watch the planes over
Hear its
The golden of morning
me straight my bended knee