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Buried in piles of blame Now you’d wish all was the same Back in the game, this time for good

You’ll be burnt in hell. Without fire. Without wood

I did my time in prison Bailed out, with a mission I escaped heaven for a reason To be the king of treason

I’m the magician One moment, I’m there The other, I’m not You’ll be confessing all your deeds

In front of all your gods