Lyrics to The Monolith
Here, in the Garden.
We, know not what we do.
Made to dine in pastures full of grain.
Left to die unclean.
If we were promised Heaven,
then why put them through hell?
The Monolith Video:
We, know not what we do.
Made to dine in pastures full of grain.
Left to die unclean.
If we were promised Heaven,
then why put them through hell?
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