Up the mountain we shall go
Like fire we burn and like rivers flow
Sticks and stones might break one's bones
But your words too reach painful tones
Inside of you I feel the fear
The way you hide it when I'm near
So if you lose your tracks in the darkness hollow
I'll leave a trail of blood for you to follow

The raindrops and the blood of me
Dance to the rhythm of blasphemy
Don't tell me you were blind to see
The gods making robes of hypocrisy
This world is meant for insects and apes
So angels of your beauty need to somehow escape
My blade of self-righteousness runs you through
And thus I gave my gift to you

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