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Kermicha, c ha chacha.

 
THE CROSS OF OUR CHRIST
 

 
 
 
 
and in the naked light i walked alone
hallowed streets, nearly cobblestone
and the words of the prophets
vibrated the foundation of the air
 
remember the day the jails disappear
he begged the angels to sing
remember the freedom it will bring
and the end of ridiculous fear
 
seeing the fake skies and the blue son
quickly brings an end to all pain
it's not conjecture, I know I've already won
all it takes, is just a little bit of rain
 
Jack A. B. Flash sat on a candle stick
those falling tears lead quickly to magic gifts
just a few emails sent over to Warwick
known from the past to heal all rifts
 
this world was made broken to be fixed
we seem to be trying so hard to pretend it's ok
and the sky, oh... it's been dixed
we've turned "normal" on it's head, i so say
 
turn around
 
 
 
It's the truth, your music is prettier than mine.
 

SCARY? OWE t.
 
THAT'S DA t
 
EVERYTHING WRONG 
WITH AMERICA
 
 
 
BUT MOST OFHALL
 

 
 
THUNDERSTAND THIS STORY 
HELPS US SAVE THE WORLD
 
LET it BE FIXED
 

 
"SO MARRED WAS HIS V IS AGE"
 
come on
it'll be fun
  







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