And he had in his hand a little book open:
And he set his right foot upon the sea
And his left foot on the earth
Revelation (chapter 10)
My guardian angel is shackled
My Satan is standing in the queue to the lavatory
No more disrespect for prickles
I put a signature bleeding at the roots of my lover’s tree
The prickles of my crown
Are circled down to the escalator basis and teeth
I’m the lost unit in the chain of there new age army
Self-sacrifice yourself for what is under cliff
You can own me and handle me but it can’t hurt me anymore
You can own me and handle me but it can’t hurt me anymore
Let them shoot you for the waywardness
Your fortress of books will be the best among all possible ambushes
The dry branches of your feelings is the punishment itself
You still can’t recognize him after bridge-separation and it scares, it pushes
They are not human but being
And they can burn you down and you will get lost in your native town
Stay alive even if your angel is shackled and he’s lost his passport
They can shoot your flesh but not your soul, so hold up your crown
You can own me and handle me but it can’t hurt me anymore
You can own me and handle me but it can’t hurt me anymore