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Just call me the living dead |
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These songs fuel my lust for her flesh |
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Just hymns for a heart that's a bloody mess |
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I guess we lived like the dead |
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Did we stay young 'til we died? |
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Are just clarified and classified? |
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I still see the summer sky... |
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Has stripped, raped and strangled ever made you cry? |
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Our...black metal hearts drown in black water parks |
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Damnation...delivered us back to the start |
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They feel like songs of the damned |
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Cursed forever...undead...I am |
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Once upon that crucifixion |
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We reigned in blood like death had risen, we destroyed the opposition |
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Our...black metal hearts drown in black water parks |
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Damnation...delivered us back to the start |
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Are my arms your hearse if these metaphors stop? |
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Without these songs, I would just be so lost |
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So lost |
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When she rides, I'm stuck in that horror hotel, cursing all 20 eyes |
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When she rides...when she rides |
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Well it's 2 minutes past the midnight hour and you hate my voice like sugar coated sour |
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Caress that carcass |
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I miss your heartworks |
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My swansong, so insalubrious |
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Pouring sweat but the fever remains |
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It's all pretty odd but more our darkest days |
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'Cause we let it burn and felt strength just the same |
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I don't care if you get it |
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These songs still scream your name |
