Lightning struck my head
Knocked me down into a sacred land
Fed the living dead
With the ashes of my own hand
Torn by angels' claws
Mystics told and sold their dirty paws
Where can we go?
The only place that's left is in a hole
Infants born to die
They shoot em down
With a wave of their hands
Trust your bloody eyes
Don't leave em there
Cuz you're next in line
If they follow you
Tell em what was there cannot be sold
Leave your soul in bliss
If all else fails just leave
With a kiss