So if i knew who was standing closer to heaven yesterday
If i knew what to say to you before you start to pray
Tonight it's like i don't know what to want or crave
So in front of iron clouds i live to kill and save

Sincronize the feeble signs of intoxicated sober men
Link the shadows to the past of those who're feeling well
See and freeze the image of the motion of the sun
Before we burn ourselves we must prentend we're on the run

Drink the drool of other men to taste the better man
Lick the sweat of precious women, let's see if you can
Rub on the connection of a man and who's behind
If it gets any harder it's something else we will find

Look at god you're all sexed up, what are you gonna say?
My hand is in between yor legs, you know you are my prey
Sing the melody of sin, the sick man of our own
Look at me inside of you it is your turn to moan

A tribute to your open head welcoming the seed of fate
A simple task for your complex legs, what is left to hate?

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