Oppression is the opiate of the masses
People generally get off
To make a girl
God takes sweetness and lace
Adds ribbons and
I keep my good eye open
Who can tell?
There might be
What if they had a race riot?
And all different people,
I found myself in a foreign land, standing before a
On a grey, rainy day
when the small streams turn into
Broken wings of a dove
The serpent descends
Well, baby
I want you to answer me one question
Yes, I
Worlds above
Worlds below
Here worlds collide
World of fire
World of ice
Here w
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