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Red angels dance on lipsAs my mother burns for your sadistic tripsI can turn the vision awayBut the image persists it won't go awayYou preach like prophets but you say it wrongYou fan the flames of battles bornYou think you're right and you're posed to fightYou burn the blood so you should loose the rightYou hold her up and you lie some moreThat you're not holding what you're fighting forYour solution to the constitutionShows a lack of conviction to your contradictionRed angels dance on lipsAs my mother burns for your sadistic tripsI can turn the vision awayThe image persists that's been the waySo I pose to you a question of faithWould you kill your mother despite her disgraceTear down the walls of values goneThen fan the flames and feed upon |