providence process from blood by heliogabale

Fate toss up
To know
So
Press
yes or no

Fate toss up again
But
don’t stress
Cause only fate toss up (your) ends

So torchlight still hopes
For total nights to stab
For some lost lambs to guide
Has been waited for years and years
Laying down on a wet pavement
So now
It pokes its flames in your hands

Fate toss up, shit
So press
yes
or no
Where we still can go
For total nights to stab of course
Till a tiny tinkle of a soul is gone
High and proud, pokes its flames in your hands
Ageless and brave again

Process is on,
so, dare,
you press
Yes
Till a tiny tinkle of your soul comes and
Pokes its flames in your hands
Now ô…
Till a tiny tinkle of your soul comes and
Pokes its flames in your hands
Say…

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