Twilight... the leaves fall,
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The ground... is oh so cold.
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Sing about God,
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sing on his death!
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Sing about love
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and sing about sex.
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Your great mystery's a lie,
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hypocrisy's the rule. Sing on.
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The. Death... of God!
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Of darkness and light,
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of heaven and hell,
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Of sinful delights.
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Beneath our feet lie shattered wings,
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Our screams bring the awakening of God...
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So say goodbye to torture and lies,
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And if there's a God pray he opens his eyes.
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His angels aren't the master race,
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We'll tell him when we're face to face with God.
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| London After Midnight |
