My god what have we done to you,
We always try to shape that what we want of you,
Things get damaged and troubled along the way,
But the words have been spoken,
My god what have we done to you.
Angels with silver wings,
Shoot them and cause suffering,
I wish I could take the pain,
Given to you.
If god has mossy hair,
Then only he understands,
That all my eyes are seeing is blue.
My god what have we done to you,
We always try to shape that what we can't undo,
Things get damaged and things get broken,
I thought we matched,
But the words have already been spoken,
My god what have we done to you.
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