That night we sat in a circle
And talked about the afterlife
What it is
And what it isn't.
That was the night
My godless world
Collided with your heavenly paradise.
Our words were lethel
But we were numb to the noise
We were too busy filling
Ourselves with Gods Poisen
To hear the angles scream
And our eyes became too heavy
To notice the Devils wicked grin
As he clipped the Angels wings.
That was the night we were alike
And you abandond everything
But you will deny.
Every Sunday morning
You will pretend to see God
And you will deny.
But the devil told me
He often thinks of that night
And laughs
Because the Angels still have trouble
Trying to fly.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
That night we sat in a circle
And talked about the afterlife
What it is
And what it isn't.
That was the night
My godless world
Collided with your heavenly paradise.
Our words were lethel
But we were numb to the noise
We were too busy filling
Ourselves with Gods Poisen
To hear the angles scream
And our eyes became too heavy
To notice the Devils wicked grin
As he clipped the Angels wings.
That was the night we were alike
And you abandond everything
But you will deny.
Every Sunday morning
You will pretend to see God
And you will deny.
But the devil told me
He often thinks of that night
And laughs
Because the Angels still have trouble
Trying to fly.
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