Hey girl, there it is.
Can you feel it rising up from the underground?
Death and hate should commiserate;
liken akin to the surrogate from up above.
Regularly, too early should they pass to open air.
Should be commensurate to the surrogate from up above.
Like love should I love with you.
Like love should I love to you.
Like any love I should make with you.
Like any love I should make for you.
That morning will dawn when that love's gone.
Like any love I've made to you.
It'll break the ground, under your feet.
I don't know why, but it'll surprise you.
Through their eyes.
That surprise I bet you'll despise.
Wrought from your hateful years which you never passed.
Don't you want to be healed, foolish woman?
Hail it all!
She's a stubborn whore!
Up on the stake -- take her down.
She knows nothing of her ways,
for her justice broke the ground under her feet.
She knows not why -- look at her surprise!
Pull her down. x4.
Under the ground. Demons! Demons!
That morning just dawned,
when that love's gone, like the Love I've made to you.
It's kinda funny
that now she knows
what awesome powers I commiserate.
With death and hate? Sure.
Like any love surrogate from up above.
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