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Rated: E · Other · Experience · #1131321
About everything and nothing. Everyone and noone.
Bring hope to the fallen
As ashes become their lasting sight
We suffer, yet I provide
All the smoke that they inhale
As all their skin turns to pale
They can't feel inside their minds
As the world is torn apart
I am laughing
We are all going down
As the figures in stone
My mushroom cloud
Has begun laughing
As destruction takes
Its final toll
My soul...

From my eyes I can see you
All underground (Spread your withering limbs)
Where all the arms can reach
Where all the arms can reach
As from the sky it stinks of passion (Of lighting hidden in disguise)
Of the stale below
Where they remain
To rot away

His mouth speaks out a poison
Of tolerance taken in stride
The image that has now died
What a mimic of what God knows
To see all the sadness that he'll impose
If our faction is not recognized
As the world is torn apart
I am laughing
We are all going down
As the figures in stone
My mushroom cloud
Has begun laughing
As destruction takes
Its final toll
My soul...

From my eyes I can see you
All underground (Spread your withering limbs)
Where all the arms can reach
Where all the arms can reach
As from the sky it stinks of passion (Of lighting hidden in disguise)
Of the stale below
Where they remain
To rot away

Passing in the dust of our last breath
I'll be breathing in your lust and I'll die (Far away from home)
Passing in the dust of our last breath
I'll be breathing in your lust and I'll lie (Far from home)

And as the stars fall from the sky (Our stars)
I reach for a lasting good time (Our stars)

From my eyes I can see you
All underground (Spread your withering limbs)
Where all the arms can reach
Where all the arms can reach
As from the sky it stinks of passion (Of lighting hidden in disguise)
Of the stale below
Where they remain
To rot away

From my eyes I can see you
All underground (Spread your withering limbs)
Where all the arms can reach
Where all the arms can reach
As from the sky it stinks of passion (Of lighting hidden in disguise)
Of the stale below
Where they remain
To rot away
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