Ashes are falling down
On your skin, on your lips, on the ground
Silver falls in the open cuts in your deep flesh
A new noise is drawing near
Upon cities and secret nights tears
To place a bomb in the very soul of your late God
We are challenging you
We are turning the truth
Cities fall for our graceless goals
See the explosions shine
Hear us call for the sacred souls
Extinguished by time
Temples to temptate man
A cathedral of soul and time's sand
Came to shine as trinities of neon flesh
They were awake that time
When you placed mines in their minds
To explode like weapons and words that ignite
We are challenging you
We are turning the truth
Cities fall for our graceless goals
See the explosions shine
Hear us call for the sacred souls
Extinguished by time
All I want to be
All I want to do
All you want to do
All you want to be
All I want to be
All I want to do
(Let 'em all burn for me)
All you want to do
All you want to be
Burn me
Please me
Then you
Will see...
When cities fall for our graceless goals
See the explosions shine
Hear us call for the sacred souls
Extinguished by time
All I want to be
All I want to do
Is inside of you
All you want to do
All you want to be
Is inside of me
All I want to be
All I want to do
Is inside of you
All you want to do
All you want to be
Is inside of me
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