holy fuuuuck

you could have made history

but we're already
forgetting you
so set your sights to
that golden mountain
i'll close my eyes,
to that which
is posted for a fool
and be sure
to clench my jaw
i'll never eat this food

gods point of vew,
the camera above us
avoids the begger,
the thief in the corner
who daily poisons
the water supply
as your getting closer, the sun starts to die

hold that
baby bird
dont stop
squeezing
til color
explodes
or it will be
leaving

purple smoke flows, as you lie in your bed
snuggled in straw
the redeemer
of nazareth
little baby,
i will follow
on my way
to death
on my way to hell

And on the twelfth day, as you slept
youre sewn to that highland,
by the baphomet
the sneak in the corner
was there all along
leading your carriage
disguised as a fawn

put on display,
atleast it sold out
So when that baby
is never born
i'll be laughing
hysterically loud
at your crown
of thorns
i'll be laughing
hysterically loud
at your crown
of thorns
i'll be laughing
hysterically loud
at your crown
of thorns