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Hello hello, here it finally is. This is a song I wrote for the final “exam” for my guitar music theory class in school. I’ll be honest, I’m not very happy with how this turned out. But I hope it’s enjoyable somewhat if you do happen to come across this. You can find me on Instagram @ mayaofthehope Lyrics: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Did you scrape your knees? And did you shed a sacred tear That blessed the land at your feet? Shining gold is the armour that you wear Reflecting our ugly mortal faces A golden breakfast bowl you keep my sins in And you eat them all up He’s just a boy, but his words are like silk They wrap around until you can’t breathe anymore He’s just a boy, but his eyes are like the oceans, They drown you and fill guilt in every pore I’ve made a god out of you, built you up, never let you down We’ve made a god out of you, built you up, never let you down I’ve made a god out of you, built you up, never let you down We’ve made a god out of you, built you up, never let you down We’ve gotta let you down, have you let you down, time for the fall, the fall of the god Divine intervention, is that what you call it When you take my words and wrap them around you Like a cloak to keep your paling shoulders warm But you’re shivering from the cold of your cowardice You bear your hands before me like a wounded saint To show the blood I have spilled upon you Nursing tenderly the wounds borne from the truth Keep trying to make an enemy out of a friend He’s not a boy, yet not a man There’s no excuse your words have gotten out of hand He’s not a boy, yet there’s power in his guise So they wonder could he truly lift the sky? I’ve made a god out of you, built you up, never let you down We’ve made a god out of you, built you up, never let you down I’ve made a god out of you, built you up, never let you down We’ve made a god out of you, built you up, never let you down We’ve gotta let you down, have you let you down, time for the fall, the fall of the god Strike the match, take down the martyr My words were your killing, innocent until the end, I am your enemy Strike the match, I’ll bring you to my level I forgive you for your crimes against me But that prayer would never grace your lips I forget Gods don’t apologise.