Your eyes will be open, you'll become one of the Elohim.
Being with her, is like a distant dream.
Upset in your head, you cannot think.
Having to use me as your gifted think tank.
Pathetic all around, the race has been won.
Wanting her to be with you, you ask her to come.
No more lies, if you then, sin once more.
You'll begin to bleed, from the depths of your core.
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