Anyone can write a Bible
I'm fine
It's all part of my design
Sublime
on the edge walking the line
Fear
is another word for love
Tears
I can't get enough of
When you do something special
only then will we remember you
and until that day shall come
to the whole world you're forgotten
He's gone
My blood, my bone, my heart, my skin
Rotten scum
Filthy hands they killed him
Bitter pulse
Don't ever want to look up
End result
Broken home and ****ed up life
Oh he did something special
he improved all our lives
but I guess it wasn't that special
in God's bastard eyes
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