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Khamsin on the hills
Of woe
Dandelions I blow
At the sun and so
My God has no friends but me, just me
Those times when we were good
Do the things we should
Are past, are past
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Your children are the verses of monotonous hymns
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Where killers and messiahs are identical twins
Love bows its head
And time morphs into space
Of woe
Dandelions I blow
At the sun and so
My God has no friends but me, just me
Those times when we were good
Do the things we should
Are past, are past
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Your children are the verses of monotonous hymns
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Where killers and messiahs are identical twins
Love bows its head
And time morphs into space
And all the times we've had
All the songs we've sang
Are past, are past
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Your children are the verses of monotonous hymns
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Where killers and messiahs are identical twins
Their feet do not boogie, their sun does not shine
Their hero is your enemy, their joy is your crime
A corporate business for suicide notes
Their jaws are open wide to swallow down all your hopes
Kill me now
Since there's nothing left to do
Girl, and if you could kill me
All the songs we've sang
Are past, are past
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Your children are the verses of monotonous hymns
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Where killers and messiahs are identical twins
Their feet do not boogie, their sun does not shine
Their hero is your enemy, their joy is your crime
A corporate business for suicide notes
Their jaws are open wide to swallow down all your hopes
Kill me now
Since there's nothing left to do
Girl, and if you could kill me
Then I could kill you
Since you kill so fine, your killing is divine
Girl, and if you could kill me
Well then you could be mine
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Your children are the verses of monotonous hymns
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Where killers and messiahs are identical twins
Their feet do not boogie, their sun does not shine
Their hero is your enemy, their joy is your crime
A corporate business for suicide notes
Their jaws are open wide to swallow down all your hopes
Since you kill so fine, your killing is divine
Girl, and if you could kill me
Well then you could be mine
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Your children are the verses of monotonous hymns
Eugenic religion, imperial dreams
Where killers and messiahs are identical twins
Their feet do not boogie, their sun does not shine
Their hero is your enemy, their joy is your crime
A corporate business for suicide notes
Their jaws are open wide to swallow down all your hopes
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