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11th Hour |
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Lamb of God |
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As The Palaces Burn |
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The hour of reckoning draws near |
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Judgment day is here and gone |
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Sweetly she tucks me into her arms |
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A liquid embrace to chase the day away |
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Sedate numb, deaf and dumb |
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Stumbling into solitude |
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A clouded judgment day is fueled |
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Take me under your black wings |
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Mark my words and remember me |
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So sweetly she sucks away at my time |
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So sweetly she draws me nigh |
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Closer and closer towards never ending sleep |
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Spin the bottle |
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Kiss only the bottle |
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The dark mistress of many, beholden to none |
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Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement |
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Eternal engagement |
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Never consummated |
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Never consummated |
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Take me under your black wings |
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Mark my words and remember me |
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Destroyer of senses |
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So take as needed for the pain |
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Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky |
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My sweet demoness beckons me |
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Ever again and again and again and again |
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The dark mistress of many, beholden to none |
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My sweet demoness beckons me |
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Ever again and again and again and again and again |
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Take me under your black wings |
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Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction |
