We won't be saved
but we won't be taken!
Who is the healer?
Who are the roses?
Who are the thorns?
The order never sends a message!
Keep your words for fear
and your rooms in hotel heaven!
The voice in your head is the savior!
The blue sweat of the minor
dripping on the sacred ore!
The changing of the weather!
Our souls slaved
on secret codes stolen!
Who is the healer?
Who are the roses?
Who are the thorns?
Writters live more than twice the age!
Keep your world in fear
in the doom's days of the holy heathen!
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