Mass for the End of Time - Auto-Auto

Bliss

A moments peace on earth

A breathing space rebirth

Oxymoronic sympathy

A place where i can never be

Bliss

All beauty coming down

From where beauty is never found

You saw yourself as a machine

You lost yourself inside a dream

Bliss

A noose around my throat

A partner that i loath

I saw myself as pure divine

But thats a mortal sin, a crime

Jesus was a carpenter by trade

Judge a man by what his hands made

Hitler was painting as a job

Judge a man by what he’s thinking of

Satan was an angel first

Judge a devil by his curse

Father your sons and daughters crawl

Your faces turned towards the stars

Mother your child is just a shard

Your mirror makes your features hard