We get what we deserve
give me wings
wings to fly
to reach out and touch the Sun
and fly until I burn you out of me
We get what we deserve
sooner or later
Karma is a tireless huntress
and she waits patently for her prey
glass houses are easy to shatter
and there are always plenty of stones
in green pastures
I lie
you lie
and stain souls
with ritual blood
and I have wings to fly
trains to ride
cities to explore
and my spells are powerful
so very powerful and full of truth
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