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Far horizon and a cross of St. John

Sights of the dashboard of the unchosen one

Rear view mirror

Dust, dunes and sand

The heat of sunbeams lashes like father’s warm hands

His crooked hands

Hold his hands

His crooked hands

From the right as the sun laid to sleep

Came crashing down a Cadillac

In the night he could never see it

A blazing shadow of pitch black

Devil boy

Devil boy

Come out and play don’t be so coy

Devil boy

Devil boy

I’d love to have you as my toy

As my toy

Falling down to his knees in sweat and tears he begs the somber man

The instinct of hatred is much stronger than any command

Feels so good

Feels so good

To maim and torture and still think you shoul

Feels so good

Feels so good

To be an angel in a devil’s mood

Feels so good

Feels so good

To maim and torture and still think you shoul

Feels so good

Feels so good

To be an angel in a devil’s mood

Feels so good

Falling down to his knees in sweat and tears he begs the somber man

The instinct of hatred is much stronger than any command

Feels so good

Feels so good

To maim and torture and still think you shoul

Feels so good

Feels so good

To be an angel in a devil’s mood

Feels so good

Feels so good

To maim and torture and still think you shoul

Feels so good

Feels so good

To be an angel in a devil’s mood

Feels so good

Four horizons and a cross of St. John

No legacy or hellish empire began

Goes to show

Goes to show

The antichrist is not one

Goes to show

Goes to show

He is inside all of us

He’s as above so below

So below

As above so below

So below