The world that I was to ya
Is peppered by experience
So deep and safe and warm Mutated by the fell
And all the walks in the countryside
Are better done by bike
Don't ensure we ain't so alive
And now we work along the sacred sites
In the light of war we find Abhoria (oh, ow)
(When we do, but it's easy just to be here for yer)
If that was your intention Goodbye to intervention
To take the easy way,
And damn the game you play And I'm sore with the kind of scars that never heal in time
Take a tip from company owes
We ain't wrong just cos we ain't right
Should we stay on shore and blame Abhoria (oh, ow)
When I need you I can easily believe you
Abhoria (ow, ow)
When I need you when I true believe to grieve you
Abhoria Wrap you up in foam to protect you from the fear
And time and time again I wish I wasn't
The cunt you call a friend, maybe then I can send you Of spending life alone even though I'll be there
Away, away, away
Angel, I carry you across the sea
I don't even mind if you board with harmony
Nobody knows nobody sees, just me, my baby You can get a job to appreciate the killing
The cost is not enough for the time spent with killing
A little bit of heaven and a mass of genocide
And why not decide to spit on into fire If what you see and what you feel don't tend to be the same ideal
Just stop and find and hope to share a little piece of heaven out there
Angel Biscuit.
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