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I hear you’re sick.
That’s all I hear.
I hear you’re dying.
That’s all I know.
I’ve been left with nothing
Not even a call.
Left an orphan
Left to fall.

I’m just a sick bastard
Left on the road.
I’m just a small child
Left on the prowl.
I hear you calling
I hear you howl.
I heard him calling
Even while I was falling.

I feel the angels strike out
Ripping off their wings
I feel the pope feign doubt
Ripping off his golden rings.
Cherubims left with nothing to sing
Not even life.
For all is death
Death to all.

I’m just a sick bastard
Left on the road.
I’m just a small child
Left on the prowl.
I hear you calling
I hear you howl
I heard him calling
Even while I was falling.

There is a dagger in my back
There is a fire in my eyes
There is nothing but death and decay
This is the way they say.

I’m just a sick bastard
Left on the road.
I’m just a small child
Left on the prowl
I hear you calling
I hear you howl
I heard him calling
Even while I was falling.

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