Stripping the spines of angels
Disecting the void in our hearts
As we pull their wings apart
And to what end can we justify
Murdering the innocents of the world
Committing suicide with our youth
So they never find the truth
That we never really knew
What we were praying for
While we were playing
The part of god
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
Stripping the spines of angels
Disecting the void in our hearts
As we pull their wings apart
And to what end can we justify
Murdering the innocents of the world
Committing suicide with our youth
So they never find the truth
That we never really knew
What we were praying for
While we were playing
The part of god
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