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The new heaven has been built
From the power of whirling hellish flames
By united hate of cleansed sufferers and tortured martyrs
Fruits of our hearts slay us
Like a poisoned apple in the forest of black hands
There can't be such clean and vicious things without these muses
I want to breathe smoke
I didn't know how hard is to be a real boy
Now I see everyone is a carved wooden doll
Our noses just won't grow when our lies are told
I'd like to set my human being on fire
Burn myself on a funeral pyre
And from ashes left over I shall rise
To live another circle of years alive
The new heaven has been rising
In scarlet and gold I am shining
