We think of how deep and far down it goes
That we can reach in and simply pick a soul
One we need to adapt wherever
Another us
Another me to sever

They speak of Gods and Monsters
As anecdotes
Well, we tell you now
To us they're not a joke

To have another me still alive today
My mug on her face from another day
On her deathbed, talking about collecting angels
Shit we dreamed about, but could never label

Do we want another, especially that cold bitch
We have a touch, but to have a full blast of it?

We looked her in the eyes and gave a solid no
Permission not granted, take your fucked up soul
Don't care about your curse, to us it is a gift
We save in ways where death can be more than wish

But God is not I, only he can judge you
Cant hide in me, gotta face the tune
I know where we're going, you don't need to tell
We do good deeds, but for us it's straight to Hell

Can't have all these lives and be the good guy
You should know, wearing that scaly ass hide
Left your son on that cool table to die
Chest cut open, bitch did you even cry?

The fact that we share blood so damn closely
Sickens to the point where we need Something
But for now, it's that I forgive your actions
So die in pieces, alone in your desolation.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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