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Welcome to Heaven. It may not be anything like you expected. *horrid laugh* *looks up at God bearing her mighty whip downward, upon the back of the world.* *whispering* She is cruel. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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god's tears europa I uphold the world I raise my fists I turn the key I fight for you I die for you I long for you God's tears Europa Take the weight, the weight I know no pain I take the pain You open the doors Fill our streets with glassy eyes with glassy hearts Looks as though they're here to stay I take the weight Hose me down I shine for you God's tears Europa I uphold the world I raise my fists I turn the key I fight for you I die for you I long for you God's tears Europa Still the pain I face the world know me know me know me Forget me not Forsake me not Carve me out I stand by you Carve me up I stand by you Would I leave God's tears, will fall, Europa | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Few Other Things.... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
not gone dead yet | Split the other side speaks Warm in its grave Dug deep burying the past Fucked deep to bury the past Of a love not gone dead yet They said stretched out on sheets In lovers arms fucking deeper harder still Compacting, compressing to a hard nutty pulp A love not gone dead yet And on one walks with bitter taste Of the love not gone dead yet And on one sleeps mutilated at each full moon And never more a kiss on new year's eve And on one yearns with caution Expecting the worst Another love to gone dead And split the other side spits Secure in having drunk their fill Of love offered up selflessly devoted Of the creator's gift ground to a nutty pulp By writhing bodies sick with sex and fuck Pumping hard away Fucking hard away Slamming shut away A love not gone dead yet A sprockets thread over punching steel Shutters flutter and light intrudes then Shapes coil themselves Twist themselves Violently round mercury drops Shattered glass, screwed up eyes Ah flicker-man Shine thy glorious beam-head upon us We invite your presence We'll tune maximum warp And crash our fucked souls into your assault Your vengeance, your birth Your gift, your gift, your gift of a beautiful vision
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