I don't need to play tricks on your mind
To know that you're on of my kind
With a love that has spanned history
Our tongues and toes are rooted like trees,
There's a star that digs holes in our hearts
Fills them up with our futures our past
Over mountain tops ice we will fly
At the hands of the sun we will die
Everything begins, and ends
At exactly the right time and place
Everything begins, and ends
At exactly the right time and place
And when we die when we die
We must not question why
Let our trespassing shells fall to dust and to dirt
It's the cycles of life we go by
And to you who desire misery
I pray that you get what you seek
All the hate you projected be inward directed
You find no asylum in me
I'm the one who'll judge your life's worth
I'm the one who'll slay you at birth
Send you out to fight to be cut down
Like acres of wheat we are grown to be mown
Grown to be mown, groan to bemoan
Truth exists in the greenest of black
With corpses and flowers
Scattered about
Truth exists in the greenest of black
With corpses and flowers
Scattered about
To be fit for battle you must recognise the war
That the rules must be burned to make way for the law
Life without purpose will perish be warned
Not nothing prevents paradise from being born.
credits
from DevilHeaded,
released September 16, 2019
MichaELFallson, MelFallson, Adrian Grigorieff, Glenn Maltby, Kriss Hades, H Lauer, Stuart Lovell.
Featured art- M.Fallson 'Love' (pen and ink digitally enhanced).
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