Through a metafisical pen, angels infect my sense/
Through spirits these lyrics start to mend/
The injection of my soul through a blistering cold/
Through a monotonous winter as frozen imagerys unfold/
As margens turn to mental vessels and ink turns to thoughts/
I’m caught in the multitude of ghost while boo’s start to haunt/
A consistant burning of bridges give wings for my villians/
As my path is ashes and my feet stop living/
As a virgin is to defeat, I am to destiny/
Through a mirror I see angels in black pointing at the heavenly/
While hipocracy rules the planet and the paranormal/
I stay strong like a sea to the coral/
I look into the digits of time to see if the truth is revealed/
But its hidden and forbidden, signed and sealed/
But the explicit lyrics outerlimits the gimmiec/
While we act like critics we take frozen thoughts and diminsh/
So as we throw originality and give portions to the wind/
We realize religion isnt exact and were not born with sins/
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