Red angels dance on lips As my mother burns for your sadistic trips I can turn the vision away But the image persists it won`t go away You preach like prophets but you say it wrong You fan the flames of battles born You think you`re right and you`re posed to fight You burn the blood so you should loose the right You hold her up and you lie some more That you`re not holding what you`re fighting for Your solution to the constitution Shows a lack of conviction to your contradiction Red angels dance on lips As my mother burns for your sadistic trips I can turn the vision away The image persists that`s been the way So I pose to you a question of faith Would you kill your mother despite her disgrace Tear down the walls of values gone Then fan the flames and feed upon
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