Time slowed down the time I forgot my friends and my karma came around. In the morning I looked like shit. It's probably because of this and all the fucked up stuff I did, but you're wrong. God you're wrong. A forward explanation. Talking backwards. Caught in translation. Go means no again. I sold my soul to Jesus it turns out God doesn't need us. My arms now marked by the beast. He taught me how to be empty. My soul floats up. As I reach the gates You turn me away. I beg and I cry, but you say "no". And I burn. As I lay in ice my skin petrified. My conscious consumed with thoughts of you.
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