Heavenless
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all
I've gone heavenless
I trade my innocence for another kiss
Another kiss I know we all gonna die
I've been talking to the dead
I've been talking to myself
Quarantine and kill
I know you will
Quarantine and kill
Kill kill kill for me
I've gone heavenless
I trade my innocence for another kiss
Another kiss I know we all gonna die
In my prime simulate my life
Static stays from black to white
From their hands an Arma Christi
A papier mache dynasty
Kill it
I've gone heavenless
I trade my innocence for another kiss
Another kiss I won't go I won't go
Infanticide it's your right
Take their life it's your right
Kill your pride detribalize
Let the black sun rise let the black sun rise
In my prime desaturate
Civilized by a different shade
Compulsions dictate the thought
From the reign I can taste the salt
In my prime raw to the touch
I have been cut from the rust
An auric voice it speaks in tongues
What it says I cannot say
In my prime I begin to carve the blank slate of my face
In my prime desaturate
In my prime desaturate
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all
I've gone heavenless
I trade my innocence for another kiss
Another kiss I know we all gonna die
I've been talking to the dead
I've been talking to myself
Quarantine and kill
I know you will
Quarantine and kill
Kill kill kill for me
I've gone heavenless
I trade my innocence for another kiss
Another kiss I know we all gonna die
In my prime simulate my life
Static stays from black to white
From their hands an Arma Christi
A papier mache dynasty
Kill it
I've gone heavenless
I trade my innocence for another kiss
Another kiss I won't go I won't go
Infanticide it's your right
Take their life it's your right
Kill your pride detribalize
Let the black sun rise let the black sun rise
In my prime desaturate
Civilized by a different shade
Compulsions dictate the thought
From the reign I can taste the salt
In my prime raw to the touch
I have been cut from the rust
An auric voice it speaks in tongues
What it says I cannot say
In my prime I begin to carve the blank slate of my face
In my prime desaturate
In my prime desaturate
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Writer(s): Jonathan Simons
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