Teach me and you own me
Let me buy you
Let me touch you
I am tired of being by myself
I am the exhausted truth
end is near, i can see the darkness
click in tone
face to remain
life is not real
religion's a shame
the first and the last caper to leave
the milky rains come down
the last lamb of god is dead
he rose, but still in sin
mimic what you are thinking
try to hear yourself speak
once you could help the child
instead of teaching it to blink
my day has gone
yours will too
blood will run in your eyes
and help you to pray
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