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The evil in these paws starts only when sung |
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Innocent, lifeless, hides the black intent |
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The panic of knowing you cannot run |
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My children cannot sleep |
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through the constant alarms of industry and machines |
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and constant toil of men... |
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The host and I are going insane |
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We're going insane |
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Pearls look best when soiled in cream and mud |
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Pretty things are there to be abused |
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Look their best when skinned and flayed alive |
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All those perfect perfect teeth removed |
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You said... a hole, that's what you is |
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You said... a figment of your expectations |
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What is heaven without the sabbath? |
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I say |
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What is heaven without the sabbath? |
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What is heaven without the sabbath? |
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What is heaven without the sabbath? |
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I say |
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What is heaven without the sabbath? |
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What is heaven without the sabbath? |
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Oh my children can't sleep |
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Through the night |
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Bodies burnt |
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Hair is singed, kissing flame |
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Healing hands sweat and oil never mix |
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The host and I sleep deprived and deranged |
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You said... don't blame him for all the slaughter he brings |
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You said... it's not his fault, even Jesus needs to sleep |
