The God you pray to
Is the love you don't have
The angels fall down
While the creature's still with us
You know His number
When you're laying in the dust
And the dust is laying
Without move on the ground
...and His hand writes to your brain
With bloody knife
Poetry of devotion
The songs of no turn back...
You can't be sure of anything what's around
The blackness turns to red
One second slips to hour
And the breath of the big red bull
So close behind
So loud behind you
You can't be sure of anything
Is this real?
Are you dying slowly
With your heart beating fast
Or is this just another of those devil's lies?
He's so close behind
So loud behind you
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