So sit back and picture that blood-red sunset
And that beautiful coloured sky
My doves have been painted black
And fly where eagles don't wanna fly
So you're welcome to play in my mind-yard
To see how different I am from you
Oh cuz the little you know, the little you understand
DEVIL HE CALLS MY NAME, born in hell and not in June,
If only that were true, if only I really knew if that were true...
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