As I can restore my mind
as I can restore my life
nobody is perfect as your
nobody bites your soul
I am an antiquity
that one sells for you
somebody cries in your church
this possessed likewise
I am a crucified man
looks at the blood of my knees
I am an antiquity
that one sells for you
when god arrives to the earth
and look the humans to cry
the one will prefer the death for you
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