The Pyrocene
The world was old
Her love turned cold
This is not my city
This is not my city
She turned to me and said
With horns upon her head
Your god is dead
He was always in your head
An alternate narrative
A monster under the bed
And Hell is empty
All the demons live among us
And hell is empty
All the monsters live among us
Look around
Ive tried to fly with angels
But there are too many of them
Pulling me down
The forbidden fruit has got me
And now I am one of them
Save yourself
Her love turned cold
This is not my city
This is not my city
She turned to me and said
With horns upon her head
Your god is dead
He was always in your head
An alternate narrative
A monster under the bed
And Hell is empty
All the demons live among us
And hell is empty
All the monsters live among us
Look around
Ive tried to fly with angels
But there are too many of them
Pulling me down
The forbidden fruit has got me
And now I am one of them
Save yourself
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Fleck
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