A kick to the head, a punch to the face, a bat to your knees, an eye swollen shut. There's no free ride in this part of the country. No glory in this
world revolved around a perfect circle Oh, Baghdad, center of the world City of ashes with its great mosques Erupting from the mouth of God, rising from
day Eve with a weave Poison me with lust from venom, ever since she was made From the rib cage, in a world of theatrics Same wantin new Babylon, the Mac
from their centered bodies... An interiorisation blackened gate is born. The arcs fade from their pounding sphere... ...Feelings vanished out of their world
world revolved Around a perfect circle Oh Baghdad Center of the world City of ashes With its great mosques Erupting from the mouth of god Rising from
from their centered bodies... An interiorisation blackened gate is born. The arcs fade from their pounding sphere... ... Feelings vanished out of their world
modern day Eve with a weave Poison me with lust from venom, ever since she was made From the rib cage, in a world of theatrics Same wantin new Babylon
