Hot lava like blood formed the tunnels of arteries
To my beating heart's cavern
When they cool Jesus will die again
& I'll be eating an omelette
in the Magician's tavern
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craters of the moon
Hot lava like blood formed the tunnels of arteries
To my beating heart's cavern
When they cool Jesus will die again
& I'll be eating an omelette
in the Magician's tavern
