Gods made of Clay
Symbol of your decadence
Lotsa (things) for tomorrow
(but) today never ends
Where´s my empire
Where´s my happiness
Strength enough to kill a fly
And swallow my pills
Wings made of iron
It´s so hard to breath alone
Sore eyes see no future
Sore eyes see no hope
Stolen kisses from dead beautiful porn stars
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