Antichrist
Come with me through the withered heaven
We're no longer lost between
You will have a snow white sunset
Beyond the shores of Anthropocene
A Glistening car ride
And every apple tasted of ash
Couldn't afford to both eat and travel
It's cloak and dagger
The way it hates you, never cares
And when it rains all of January
And you're pulled between void and worry
In my dreams I die in full
Armor at the end of a just crusade
Come with me through the withered heaven
We're no longer lost between
You will have a snow white sunset
Beyond the shores of Anthropocene
There the need to pass judgement breathes
A wish to make pictures found in aether real
When you depleted all the amins
There's still a god at the bottom, waiting
Then they try to count to it
And find an answer always lost to linguistics
Father tell your children that's just politics
So we can keep on burning witches and the unrelenting
But what if there's a punishment?
For saying who and what is godsent?
Antichrist is just the enemy
Are you still here? two steps from art to real
Then it rains all of January
And I'm pulled between void and worry
In my dreams we die in full armor
At the end of some just crusade
Come with me through the withered heaven
We're no longer lost between
You will have a snow white sunset
Beyond the walls of Anthropocene
When they rain down just to end our story
If you're with me, there's no need to worry
We were made to die in armor somewhere at the end of this modern age
We're no longer lost between
You will have a snow white sunset
Beyond the shores of Anthropocene
A Glistening car ride
And every apple tasted of ash
Couldn't afford to both eat and travel
It's cloak and dagger
The way it hates you, never cares
And when it rains all of January
And you're pulled between void and worry
In my dreams I die in full
Armor at the end of a just crusade
Come with me through the withered heaven
We're no longer lost between
You will have a snow white sunset
Beyond the shores of Anthropocene
There the need to pass judgement breathes
A wish to make pictures found in aether real
When you depleted all the amins
There's still a god at the bottom, waiting
Then they try to count to it
And find an answer always lost to linguistics
Father tell your children that's just politics
So we can keep on burning witches and the unrelenting
But what if there's a punishment?
For saying who and what is godsent?
Antichrist is just the enemy
Are you still here? two steps from art to real
Then it rains all of January
And I'm pulled between void and worry
In my dreams we die in full armor
At the end of some just crusade
Come with me through the withered heaven
We're no longer lost between
You will have a snow white sunset
Beyond the walls of Anthropocene
When they rain down just to end our story
If you're with me, there's no need to worry
We were made to die in armor somewhere at the end of this modern age
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Writer(s): Sakarias Westman
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