It fashions its own hell
and plays the part well
Plays God well
Calls me its archangel
Beseeches my voice
and then rips out my chords
God,
I plead
Why do you do this?
Because you are the voice of hell
and we are in Heaven
It fashions its own hell and plays the part well Plays God well Calls me its archangel Beseeches my voice and then rips out my chords God, I plead Why do you do this? Because you are the voice of hell and we are in Heaven |
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