The blaspheme pleads your case
That vineyard changed your face
The marches warped your plans
I grew my father's hands
When you flinched at my embrace
An angel fell from grace
She called it "original sin"
You grew me from his rib
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The blaspheme pleads your case
That vineyard changed your face
The marches warped your plans
I grew my father's hands
When you flinched at my embrace
An angel fell from grace
She called it "original sin"
You grew me from his rib