I would not dare to blame you I wouldn't dare too much I only ask for pity So these faces feel your touch... ...upon their skin My eyes see many faces Many faces made of stone I figure they are angels All neglected by your throne Deserted as lifeform Between heaven, between hell Unknown to one another They know your eyes betray their spell Down from heaven where you hide You have demented all your pride O' give these faces holy glance Back their monumental trance Your anger and your rage still silent As I provoke that weakness too So byouti-full, out of control Your temper now is overwhelming
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