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Where all your money's earning
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake lawn houses
Housing all your...
when the devil wants to get something He tells you the truth And he lets you find your own way to hell.
Send me to my death with your deadly kiss,
Send me to heaven, with your bodies bliss.
What a strange creature is man, who would cage himself so willingly.
You must be important that Jesus would give away all his time just to be with you