I made you
I'm immortal blinded eagle
Feel the way you're made to feel
I'll eradicate your will
Bite your wings off
Hit the ground
No-one hears your crying, rat
Agony might clear your mind
Now you'll see the world you've run
From.
Face it, let it all inside you
Thank my mercilness and absence
Of any sympathy and love
After all,
I made you god.
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