Nine Circels

Sabachthani

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    With my hands with holes right through them
    I could see your hollow heart
    Where we climbed the roof together
    To escape from the dark

    Through the nights we prayed for nothing
    To the emptiness of you
    Were your wings not cut and severed clean from you
    You would fly

    No amount of tears can save you boy
    You are forever falling

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    Here, ten thousand devils begin to cry when you open up your bloodshot eyes
    And they raise their hands up to the sun and they bow their heads down in rememberance
    Would you join me in my cold prison?
    My winter, my winter!
    I would cry but my tears are frozen
    Unwritten, unwritten!
    To the dawning when I was rejected
    Corrected, erected!
    I lock myself up with death and reap!

    I arch my back to the morning
    Tempting you
    And cringe into a statue
    And close my eyes
    Carry yourself above me
    In the light
    And leave the earth in my hands
    To despise
    What remedies you've chosen
    Wont heal me
    I stand among the broken and believe...

    Cant you see I was god when you gave to me?
    All your life, all your woes and the ocean that raged inside you
    On my knees on the ground I am lost somehow
    Trembling hands in my hands, you have weighed me down

    Lay to waste all that I have suffered for
    Cast your stone, I'll be last through my dying hour
    I've become tragedy in its utmost meaning
    Maybe now, Jesus Christ... all my pain...

    Ten little angry devils left, marching down from a funeral
    Nine little angry devils left, joining hands in circles of fire
    Eight little angry devils left, on a bridge to weak to hold them all
    Seven little angry devils left, each one with a gun to their head
    Six little angry devils left, building walls to the emptiness
    Five little angry angels left, and they spread their wings over your eyes
    Four little angry devils left, and the drinks are on the house
    Three little angry devils left, drawing straws on who's to die
    Two little angry devils left, looking into eachothers eyes
    One little angry devil left, there's no hope... no hope... there's no...

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