He dons the body of an angel
Yet has no halo
He wears the mask of purity
Yet knows not the opposite of sin
He sings joyously through us, tearing us apart
Only we can fix our mistake
But it is too late! He cries, too late!
And for once I have to agree.
Yet has no halo
He wears the mask of purity
Yet knows not the opposite of sin
He sings joyously through us, tearing us apart
Only we can fix our mistake
But it is too late! He cries, too late!
And for once I have to agree.
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