Bliss
a moments peace on earth
a breathing space rebirth
oxymoronic sympathy
a place where i can never be
bliss
all beauty coming down
from where beauty is never found
you saw yourself as a machine
you lost yourself inside a dream
bliss
a noose around my throat
a partner that i loath
i saw myself as pure divine
but thats a mortal sin, a crime
Jesus was a carpenter by trade
judge a man by what his hands made
Hitler was painting as a job
judge a man by what he's thinking of
Satan was an angel first
judge a devil by his curse
father your sons and daughters crawl
your faces turned towards the stars
mother your child is just a shard
your mirror makes your features hard
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Bliss
a moments peace on earth
a breathing space rebirth
oxymoronic sympathy
a place where i can never be
bliss
all beauty coming down
from where beauty is never found
you saw yourself as a machine
you lost yourself inside a dream
bliss
a noose around my throat
a partner that i loath
i saw myself as pure divine
but thats a mortal sin, a crime
Jesus was a carpenter by trade
judge a man by what his hands made
Hitler was painting as a job
judge a man by what he's thinking of
Satan was an angel first
judge a devil by his curse
father your sons and daughters crawl
your faces turned towards the stars
mother your child is just a shard
your mirror makes your features hard
a moments peace on earth
a breathing space rebirth
oxymoronic sympathy
a place where i can never be
bliss
all beauty coming down
from where beauty is never found
you saw yourself as a machine
you lost yourself inside a dream
bliss
a noose around my throat
a partner that i loath
i saw myself as pure divine
but thats a mortal sin, a crime
Jesus was a carpenter by trade
judge a man by what his hands made
Hitler was painting as a job
judge a man by what he's thinking of
Satan was an angel first
judge a devil by his curse
father your sons and daughters crawl
your faces turned towards the stars
mother your child is just a shard
your mirror makes your features hard