The chariot swung too low
Hit the ground and spiraled out of control
I saw an angel dashed on rocks and snow now
Dying of a broken spine
The chariot swung too low
People gathered round to take photos
And share their stories with the evening news
While a gun gives birth in a classroom
The chariot swung too low
Last night i met the antichrist's publicist he
Told me that a "manger is for feeding pigs" and
Someday my songs would "make me famous"
The chariot swung too low
And crying out in a final breath
I saw the angel turning wild on death
It must not have accepted jesus yet
Hit the ground and spiraled out of control
I saw an angel dashed on rocks and snow now
Dying of a broken spine
The chariot swung too low
People gathered round to take photos
And share their stories with the evening news
While a gun gives birth in a classroom
The chariot swung too low
Last night i met the antichrist's publicist he
Told me that a "manger is for feeding pigs" and
Someday my songs would "make me famous"
The chariot swung too low
And crying out in a final breath
I saw the angel turning wild on death
It must not have accepted jesus yet
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