Speak ill of Sweden’s streets
Sleeping inside a train car
I’m bleeding from my feet
But there is nothing to do now
You looked at me in the eyes
But said nothing of my haircut
I wished that I was dead
I said nothing…
I do not care
Despite being aware
And with no help from the kelp
Please forgive my mantra
And please pray to me
You know I’m god of the angels
And you’re god of the moon
I’m the lord
Killing the saints with their own sword
As I pray to them
We are the gods who know the lord
I looked at you in the soul
The abyss stared back at me
I saw nothing but black
I cut the cord…
I do not care
Despite being aware
And with no help from the kelp
Please forgive my mantra
And please pray to me
You know I’m god of the angels
And you’re god of the moon
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Frog God Lyrics – God of the Moon