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I'm frightened enlightened this night is igniting
the searching this perching on heights for the lurching forth into scorching.
My child's a demon who mates with a clown
the tears of my grandchildren flooding the ground.
No smile could save me no kind word could phase.
This pain is like talons their talent to graze me.
They crawl up my spine, make a nest in my head.
I cry and I scream and I shout and ball.
Because in my own bed I am never alone.
I try to part lips just to yell out the call
but this silence has become my thrall.
They feed me your echo, they preach to me faith.
They say that I'm healing the season is change.
Then why is it I am so greatly estranged?
My child looks up to me lying.
With a light in his eye and a corning grin whispers,
"You aren't the only one dying."
He slaves for his race and shines in his space,
How is it I can not simply remind him?
His father and mother do both fade away,
now I am the only beside him.
Try to guide him.
Hide him.
Bide him.
Only to realize I'm bottle, he's lightening.
Only to notice I linger in damp streams of worlds that is all of his writing.
As I run from my fate I escape through his cape that he wraps around eight.
The seven surround me, I'm sighting.
This tip to my entrance is more than promise violence.
This is detrimental to your eyelids.
Asexual breeds without sexual needs is the first of so many traits he awaits to unleash from the Gate of Beginnings, he's silent.
An army of justice and victory assembles.
I witness, but am I behind them?
No I am not, I am facing their front,
and 'tis I that will lead them to my sin.
My children are ready,
Michael already drawn,
Lucifer's marching,
collision at dawn.
One is an angel made victim to tangles with the tale of the second,
the one after he is the tangling dragon,
fire claws jaws, and each with a reason to catch him.
Before you separate me from home and through me in worlds to explore,
My Lord I demand one thing,
let me here you say the word,
when you say it I'll be filled with passion.
No more waiting, let's say it: It's Action.
the searching this perching on heights for the lurching forth into scorching.
My child's a demon who mates with a clown
the tears of my grandchildren flooding the ground.
No smile could save me no kind word could phase.
This pain is like talons their talent to graze me.
They crawl up my spine, make a nest in my head.
I cry and I scream and I shout and ball.
Because in my own bed I am never alone.
I try to part lips just to yell out the call
but this silence has become my thrall.
They feed me your echo, they preach to me faith.
They say that I'm healing the season is change.
Then why is it I am so greatly estranged?
My child looks up to me lying.
With a light in his eye and a corning grin whispers,
"You aren't the only one dying."
He slaves for his race and shines in his space,
How is it I can not simply remind him?
His father and mother do both fade away,
now I am the only beside him.
Try to guide him.
Hide him.
Bide him.
Only to realize I'm bottle, he's lightening.
Only to notice I linger in damp streams of worlds that is all of his writing.
As I run from my fate I escape through his cape that he wraps around eight.
The seven surround me, I'm sighting.
This tip to my entrance is more than promise violence.
This is detrimental to your eyelids.
Asexual breeds without sexual needs is the first of so many traits he awaits to unleash from the Gate of Beginnings, he's silent.
An army of justice and victory assembles.
I witness, but am I behind them?
No I am not, I am facing their front,
and 'tis I that will lead them to my sin.
My children are ready,
Michael already drawn,
Lucifer's marching,
collision at dawn.
One is an angel made victim to tangles with the tale of the second,
the one after he is the tangling dragon,
fire claws jaws, and each with a reason to catch him.
Before you separate me from home and through me in worlds to explore,
My Lord I demand one thing,
let me here you say the word,
when you say it I'll be filled with passion.
No more waiting, let's say it: It's Action.