asking questions never to be asnwered
shivers through the spine of the asker
boiling hate flows down the throat of the promiser.
With bare hands, I can move your mind,
With bare hands, I can make you see
With blood on my hands, I can make you feel,
that all this shit aint real...
Discretion and lies, never to be spoken
deepest law you abide,
all the rules that sometimes creep you off,
first by your highest priest to be broken.
With bare hands, I can move your mind,
With bare hands, I can make you see
With blood on your hands, I can make you feel,
that all this shit is real !!!
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