Absent Minded
The horror
They're on thier way
and the angels refuse to fall
world organizes massacres
i don't care if they're dead already
they are born that way
They're on their way
and I'm the one spoiled rotten
hard to believe anything you say
they died ashamed
i don't care what you say
They're on their way
and I'm ready to die
enjoying every moment
before they find a way
for it to be destroyed
They're on their way
and I'm the one speaking blasphemous rumors
I'm the one lieing to you
Fair well subtlety, scream another prayer
perception and metaphors
picking apart the horror.
and the angels refuse to fall
world organizes massacres
i don't care if they're dead already
they are born that way
They're on their way
and I'm the one spoiled rotten
hard to believe anything you say
they died ashamed
i don't care what you say
They're on their way
and I'm ready to die
enjoying every moment
before they find a way
for it to be destroyed
They're on their way
and I'm the one speaking blasphemous rumors
I'm the one lieing to you
Fair well subtlety, scream another prayer
perception and metaphors
picking apart the horror.
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The horror
The horror