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'
My God, my God! Why hast thou forsaken Me?
Be not
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
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