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Gold is God
Gold is God, the raped slaves run, run, run.
The rain must come, it won't be any fun,
The thunder will burst, the critters will run,
The lightning will curse and Mercury will come.
As the Master violates the slave,
He craves the art of love,
But hates how he has behaved.
The raped slaves run, run, run.
To be touched by the Gold Snake, such is Lust,
There is no greater pleasure than to feel this rush.
Gold is God, the raped slaves run, run, run.
By Mercury the light, Lust is silver, Gold is God.
Lonely is not my stage, house of slaves cries to Oz.
Lonely raped slaves run, run, run,
For the evil gold snake fears none.
I sit in wonder of a Universe raped by snakes,
And now I ponder, what will the gold snake take.
The lonely raped slaves run, run, run.
They begged me, passing by,
To end their suffering and all the lies,
Their curse is raped pain, suffered in vain,
Now I hear their cry's
Run, tic tic, run, tic tic, run tic tic,
Mortal slaves pounded by stress, pounded by sublime,
Now I realize we have no more Time.
Bravo Von Muller
Gold is God, the raped slaves run, run, run.
The rain must come, it won't be any fun,
The thunder will burst, the critters will run,
The lightning will curse and Mercury will come.
As the Master violates the slave,
He craves the art of love,
But hates how he has behaved.
The raped slaves run, run, run.
To be touched by the Gold Snake, such is Lust,
There is no greater pleasure than to feel this rush.
Gold is God, the raped slaves run, run, run.
By Mercury the light, Lust is silver, Gold is God.
Lonely is not my stage, house of slaves cries to Oz.
Lonely raped slaves run, run, run,
For the evil gold snake fears none.
I sit in wonder of a Universe raped by snakes,
And now I ponder, what will the gold snake take.
The lonely raped slaves run, run, run.
They begged me, passing by,
To end their suffering and all the lies,
Their curse is raped pain, suffered in vain,
Now I hear their cry's
Run, tic tic, run, tic tic, run tic tic,
Mortal slaves pounded by stress, pounded by sublime,
Now I realize we have no more Time.
Bravo Von Muller