Pile your ugly missiles and guns
Froth at the mouth drinking my blood
Feast on your foul bars of gold
Beat your chests, rejoice my death
Until we meet at Court Divine
Your final shock and awe will be
Your “chosen-mess”, your own demise
I am done with you… serene I am gone
Angel in the sky I glide
Ear to ear my gorgeous grin
Free of sadness, fear and pain
Unlike before, now able to play
I sing, I dance, I jump, I fly
With utmost joy and endless fun
🤍 🤍 🤍
Pile your ugly missiles and guns
Froth at the mouth drinking my blood
Feast on your foul bars of gold
Beat your chests, rejoice my death
Until we meet at Court Divine
Your final shock and awe will be
Your “chosen-mess”, your own demise
I am done with you… serene I am gone
Angel in the sky I glide
Ear to ear my gorgeous grin
Free of sadness, fear and pain
Unlike before, now able to play
I sing, I dance, I jump, I fly
With utmost joy and endless fun
🤍 🤍 🤍
Pile your ugly missiles and guns
Froth at the mouth drinking my blood
Feast on your foul bars of gold
Beat your chests, rejoice my death
Until we meet at Court Divine
Your final shock and awe will be
Your “chosen-mess”, your own demise
I am done with you… serene I am gone
Angel in the sky I glide
Ear to ear my gorgeous grin
Free of sadness, fear and pain
Unlike before, now able to play
I sing, I dance, I jump, I fly
With utmost joy and endless fun
🤍 🤍 🤍
Pile your ugly missiles and guns
Froth at the mouth drinking my blood
Feast on your foul bars of gold
Beat your chests, rejoice my death
Until we meet at Court Divine
Your final shock and awe will be
Your “chosen-mess”, your own demise
I am done with you… serene I am gone
Angel in the sky I glide
Ear to ear my gorgeous grin
Free of sadness, fear and pain
Unlike before, now able to play
I sing, I dance, I jump, I fly
With utmost joy and endless fun
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