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Wait
For me, I am
Falling, down
The saints.
Your voice in their heads
The shame in your bed
God wants me an atheist instead.
A capital scheme
A box of dreams
A plan for purity it seems.
But you couldn’t live to save your life,
(I am falling down)
No, you couldn’t live to save your life.
Oh no, not me,
I’ve become what I’m supposed to be.
Nothing, no-one,
Just another piece of human scum.
Cross the desert, cross the sea,
Cross the devil – but you don’t cross me.
You are climbing the ladders,
And I,
I’m falling down the saints.
Wait
For me, I am
Falling, down
The saints.
I bow to my stress
I believe in my flesh
You make a martyr from this mess
The righteous screams
You are washed clean
A plan for purity it seems
But you couldn’t live to save your life,
(I am falling down)
No, you couldn’t live to save your life.
Oh no, not me,
I’ve become what I’m supposed to be.
Nothing, no-one,
Just another piece of human scum.
Cross the desert, cross the sea,
Cross the devil – but you don’t cross me.
You are climbing the ladders,
And I,
I’m falling down the saints
.......VOLTERA
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