This is a song about the ancient evil.
Some spoke of a thing juggling fire, swallowing swords
sick and thin as a wire, kissing cold sores
lush heads yet yield no fruit, so do as we do
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
fallen from grace and subjective mistakes
the morningstar waits disguised as a snake
Know a fight when you see one
without sentience what good is flesh and blood?
The snow that crunches beneath your feet
and the sparkle in your baby teeth
it will all be ancient history
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