Prohibited passions, preached integrity
Tied and amputate, smuggler of insanity
Through fake paint of trail made of fields and holy grails.
Library of bombs of sacred land ravaged and turn
All the boys and the girls, cries their heads
Growing like leather with pain and dare.
And in their pockets hidden crystals suns
casted in chests of wars and guns.
Scream the preach with his rosary beard
Suicidal thoughts, holy words,
Assassin in the name of the Lord.
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