THE PΛN I ΛM - Young God | Bad Thing | Текст песни

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thru my lens thru my eyes down my quarter print to film i go capture i go hunt her straight to pain she is the victor see my eyes they go to water buzzing flesh zeus' daughter i am slave top of the building the bottom thunder the square lightning [can u sense it coming thru the lens can u feel it coming for you flash of light heavy air a flood from the sky mask of cloud villain of the air a flood from the sky] the sky our ceiling the ceiling a building hell flash into vesuvius sea our shore-line red hot tar one thousand degrees a wave is a web that we weave

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