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Born to raise Hell

Curse, kick, yell

Gasping for air

The prisoner's dilemma

Could easily hurt someone

Having committed myself

Crimes I could not do

In search of an Angry

Mother of God

The Hand and the Road

Where do I stand?

In indiscretions

God is Not a Saint

So let me get rich and pass

Through the eye of the needle

Into thee,

Domus Aurea

Omina sont communia

In glorious

Domus Aurea

The sun shines

On saints and sinners

Alike

and God is not a saint

So let me get rich and pass

Through the eye of the needle

In search of an angry

Mother of God

The hand and the rod

The foot and the yard

Theotokos!

Drain the blood

from my face

Drag me from

this foul place

Through the eye

of the keyhole

Into Glory

Domus Aurea