All I'd want from God, is kiss His red hand
Look in His eyes and spit on His face
I've now become, a weight on the scales
A whale to the sea, a ghost to the home
I'd want from God, a sleep with no wake
Ironic and true and gaze to the north
Look in His eyes and spit on His face
I've now become, a weight on the scales
A whale to the sea, a ghost to the home
I'd want from God, a sleep with no wake
Ironic and true and gaze to the north
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