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falls to pieces
I might not be Asclepius
But I hope my love's enough

So come, let me take your pain
You can rest, I will shelter from rain
Close your

Asclepius ! 
Es paar  deepi lines mann 
Bis morge am 1 bro

De henny parat, es paar J's sind dreiht 
Kampftrinke - mal luege wen s zersch leit 
Als

of kundalini
In your coils passions rise
Reveal the snakes within ourselves
Unlock the cosmic force inside
Like Asclepius's rod
The serpent fire of the divine

She make me feel like she Venus
All of her ideas are genius
Eye feel like eye am Asclepius
Haters be lakkin
They scleepius

She make me feel like she

around
No extradition sensed from a place awashed with sound
Asclepius he warned
In dreams he came to me
And said be not taken in as other men might be

Do you know, Asclepius
That Egypt is an image of heaven?
Or, to speak more exactly
In Egypt, all the operations of the powers
Which rule and work in

palmful of grease
Skied through "Keep Out" signage
Weed in his sock, beacon of snot
Knee deep evil to plot through a fever
Maid threw his Rod of Asclepius

Asclepius, Hygeia, Panacea
Be my power in this crisis
Do no harm, I sweared to you
I am being slain
What should I do

But when all this has befallen, Asclepius
Then God, the creator of all things, will look on that which has come to pass
And will stop the disorder by

children
Care they so desperately need
But here their mother is silenced
For all mus perish to the greed
Mortals have overthrown the Gods
Asclepius captured

As we began to part
I see you in Asclepius
I completely missed the mark
Don’t ya ever let His meaty fists
Beat at your heart

Think I’ve already found
What they can hide

Don’t get left
Don’t get left

Asclepius is not that tall
The Eye of Horus isn’t thralled 
Crescent moon

I'm a child of the father
So I'm in the backseat

I'm blocked by the son
Like some lotion
I'm walking on the ocean
I'm revived
Like Asclepius gave me

from Minotaur's spell 
Ignorant jurors condemn the philosopher-king 
For his arrogant ways
Shackles are lifted, a cock to Asclepius
Ending his wretched

No more Black Peter
We want the Singer Peter
We want a seasonal gift of the lack of our presence

Give me the hemlock
Asclepius a cock
And only days

from we can't build things, they kill kings
Son of Apollo, Asclepius how I heal things
Energy real, they feel it's fake they can't relate
I'm still here,