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Mass for the End of Time

Bliss
A moments peace on earth
A breathing space rebirth
Oxymoronic sympathy
A place where i can never be
Bliss
All beauty coming down
From where beauty is never found
You saw yourself as a machine
You lost yourself inside a dream
Bliss
A noose around my throat
A partner that i loath
I saw myself as pure divine
But thats a mortal sin, a crime
Jesus was a carpenter by trade
Judge a man by what his hands made
Hitler was painting as a job
Judge a man by what he’s thinking of
Satan was an angel first
Judge a devil by his curse
Father your sons and daughters crawl
Your faces turned towards the stars
Mother your child is just a shard
Your mirror makes your features hard