I was unamused by the city's blatant
cry for love...
I want the world in my hand.
Atlas I demand it...
Grazed will be
the knees of...
May every sinner break free,
from all immorality I pray...
When pain was born!
It was not born in a Manger but in the Garden of...
Over and over, I reach you:
through the winds, the drifting of snow...
It is my fantasy to see my god with my eyes....but...
Tonight I call you
God of Thunder...
This is no holy war nor jihad,
No fight for what's deemed right...
Religion and me
Was it to set the mind free...
Its obvious that I still have
some unresolved issues...
Gangrene, shapeshifting, dissolute the orphanage,
away with you now, my willow's orange flame...