the river will flood
across the plains
like rain descends
like heaven weeps
as the snake consumes
its own remorse
as so above
as so below
who here has found god
who here believes it
I don’t want it
I don’t need it
x2
as we fight ourselves
as we fight the past
always cycling
always cycling
who here has found god
who here believes it
I don’t want it
I don’t need it
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