Power
I created this obsession
And I don’t want your redemption
And if god should send his blessings
Send them back
Blood is running down my hands
I forgot to try to understand
It's caressing open fingers
Is it mine?
Rain falls from an orange sky
We pray to live we hope to die
There is no what, for there is no why
Can't they see the light?
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