Our flames ignites, as the sacrifice turns right.
On my knees after our flight, I begin to pray at night.
Hoping to God, that the Sun stays bright.
Swallowing, like a black hole, everything in sight.
We eat the sins, then the people praise God.
Maneuvering through the clouds, like were walking through fog.
I then sing at the top of my lungs.
The Lord's prayer in church, that use to be sung.
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