God is the son of freedom In search for the panacea His only wage for this occupation Is a brooding self-hatred Evil is the son of the earth Buried six feet deep The mysteries of life Trapped in cata-combs of sleep
God is the son of freedom In search for the panacea His only wage for this occupation Is a brooding self-hatred Evil is the son of the earth Buried six feet deep The mysteries of life Trapped in cata-combs of sleep