Surrounded by the voice of love forsaken.
Write a song about an old tradition,
Wander through a life without mistaken,
On the other side of superstition.
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A suffer from pathetic fallacy,
Feasting on a social superstition,
The twisted words of Christianity,
Destroy the cult of death and false tradition.
Evil souls created on a folly!
Aggressive like a Roman inquisition,
A state of hate and then disharmony,
Surrounded by the fear of superstition.
Die without a trace of superstition.
I need protection from the moral panic,
Paint the picture like an old magician,
Play a part of me malicious magic.
Thanks for reading through!
