| Amongst us walked Gods dressed in drag,
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| They got drunk and lost the creation plan,
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| With a sexed up little kiss and an armageddon grin
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| Were we wooed, by a devil´s ruse?
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| Are there mortals in disguise in the heavens today,
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| Playing Russian Roulette as a dieing world fades,
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| Is St Peter in the trunk lieing out punch drunk
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| Who knows, where the chaos goes —
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| Because everything is pregnant with it´s contrary today,
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| A head fuck at the best of times — unless there´s something that I missed
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| Then humanity´s in a twist
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| I´m going to take a holiday for the time I´ve missed,
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| I´m going to set on sale down the river styx,
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| Say a happy old Hurrah to the Northern Star
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| And whack — I ain´t coming back…
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| It´s a bi-polar time with eclectic rhymes,
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| I´m mixing up my metaphors as the death toll chimes
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| As the vertigo strikes please read me my rights
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| Before, black angels falls:
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| Because everything is pregnant with it´s contrary today,
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| A head fuck at the best of times — unless there´s something that I missed
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| Then humanity´s in a twist
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| No I don´t know, where to go, where to go… |