Secret dreams rising up in the dead of night
All alone;
Waiting in the shadows; striking from behind
An evil genius orchestrates
If you have trouble coming to Jesus, my friend
'Cause
Hidden from the mystics whose writings had foretold
With shattering
She's a double-cross
Demon powder queen
Bitch in the gutter
Master of kings
She'
You're up to the neck
You may never see the sun
There's someone that I know would like to talk to
A lot of people think i'm a cute little guy
Everyone minds their own business
But nobody's watching the store
No reason to feel that way
But closed minds won't
Well, take a look around; tell me, what do you
Moving through the hills above a twisted paradise
The city
Alone in my thoughts, I wonder
Will it be you and
I saw heaven open, and behold! A white horse
With
The night was black, the air was still
The stars
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