Tossed them out, now throw them back in Heaven's not a place for those without sin And these children did nothing now or then To lay in dormant sleep in expanse of withered zen
A spent blast of aged and failed rage Hell's too good for the current age And these children miss their page To escape an entropic ideaophage
So come on come on come on and let them go Come on come on come on you know It's a silent party dead-ass rock show A torn up, rendered dance for the slow
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