The
nights of Ah Mo1
The
pot of gold in the mind
Everyone
is talking about it
The
open sesame never arrives
The
land of oil
The
trade engages
The
fete for a cause
The
hidden whisper in song
The
big drums of oil
The
sealed of confidentiality
Nobody
can open it
It
stays a big sore in our heads
The
nights of Ah Mo1
The
dark angels fly around
They
smell the hit of sinful souls
They
will not disappear
The
exchanges in the night
Ah
Mo1 sings his pleas of help
The
dark angels will not be bought
A
bad soul must be caged and probed
The
nights of sinners
The
open sesame can't be opened
The
sword of angels swinging here and there
The
bad souls must be banished
The
nights of Ah Mo1
The
screaming in his head
Feeling
the heat of fire
Crawling
in circles licking out the skins
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