They fell through seven sky shells, thrown out of piece, out of god's sheets
Almost invisible, always their heads turn
They shall do so when they say so...
Always straight forward, always the same, at last I drink the anger and the pride, I like to fight
Unforgivable I know, I'll always long for creation and destruction
Irrational I know, I'll always long for creation crucifixion
I can hear the call of contradiction, I'm just a negative pale face
Ahead of your seek trace, all of your weakness
The sky will tear like paper when we speak face to face
When we speak face to face, the soldier in a costume, the red beast in a glass cube, to symbolize to castrate
When we speak face to face, the pillars fall to pieces, the statues turn to paper, the sky will turn to thunder
When we speak face to face, the soldier in a costume, the red beast in a glass cube, to symbolize to castrate
When we speak face to face, the pillars fall to pieces, the statues turn to paper, and weeping turns to thunder
The symptom in a picture, the picture in a paper, the paper in a bookshelf

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