So they return to god
In the best condition
Ridding them of fog
I thought about the summer of your mind
I thought that you were lost but you were blind
As I pull your soul up through your eyes
Judge you not and you will surely rise
I fly through millions of solar systems
On a solid train
Judging you again
I fly through millions of solar systems
On the astral plain
Judging you again
I polish up souls So they return to god In the best condition Ridding them of fog I thought about the summer of your mind I thought that you were lost but you were blind As I pull your soul up through your eyes Judge you not and you will surely rise I fly through millions of solar systems On a solid train Judging you again I fly through millions of solar systems On the astral plain Judging you again Explain Request ×
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