Auntie Christ

I saw the devil
His name was Friedrich
Stance slightly off
Words were electric
A horse, a horse
And he transcended
Walking on tightrope
In epicentre of it all
Only when he’d fallen could he truly rise
Only when he’d fallen could he truly rise
Only when he’d fallen could he truly rise
One in many things that he prophecised
To us all
No love for Richie
No hope on those sheets
And as for Lizzie
She bastardised me
Only disorder
Surrounds the edges
No real models
Won’t waste resentment on it all
Only when he’d fallen could he truly rise
Only when he’d fallen could he truly rise
Only when he’d fallen could he truly rise
One in many things that he prophecised
To us all
To us all