eGod

There is a room where I reside;
A little comfort on the side;
A place to hide away
when things get ugly.
It doesn't exist in time or space;
There's no such thing as the human race;
All matter has fallen out of place;
And DNA cannot be traced
(in this tomb of mine)
(in this tomb of mine)
(in this tomb of mine)
(mine)
(mine)
(mine)
(mine)
(mine)
(mine)
No need to put it all in line.
No need to weave a thread of time.
We're on the borderline of truth in here.
(here)
(here)
Why'd we have to crash and burn?
Little boots ignoring change in motion.
Stupid pig-man ruined future fate.
The idiotic mustn't mandate
their weakness and ignorance.
(their weakness and ignorance)
The particles of life
gather in the streets, undefeated.
I can see them from my
little room.
They're smashing windows in the streets.
The war of laws has started now.
They're chanting a name
and stamping their feet,
And following a voice toward my tomb.
(my tomb)



Credits
Writer(s): Blain Fitzpatrick, Dean Blackwell, Grace Baker, Simon Blackwell, Thomas Friggens
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