The fallen angel the first great poet falls to earth let this be the verse: “im gonna show you beauty, but it’s gonna hurt”.
the last sweet virgin opens her legs the game is close your eyes, lay down and play dead
come with me girl, (don’t hurt me ) come with me now I don’t want to go back there on my own this time (don’t hurt me) hold my hand, hold my hand going down I don’t want to go back there on my own again
are these your words, is this your sword is this the kind of faith you mean kill all those children before they’re kings! sell their mothers gasoline! are these your words Is this your sword Is this the kind of faith you mean kill all those children before they’re kings! hold to your rein!
are these your words, Is this your sword Is faith still floating down this stream merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily… Life is but a dream.