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your name like a curse
that hangs upon my lips
my side runs red with blood
but the money is so good
I'd sell what's left of my soul
for this vendetta
heaven lies between her legs
I'd set myself on fire
just for a taste
sacrosanct in this holy fuck
sacrosanct in this obsession
because we want it easy
the soft killings
honest as this knife
is your GOD vengeful or loving?
paradise is easy
at a price
in thy hand, take the instrument. it is a tool to separate the me from you, the fact from truth. to wash thy hands of the blood. to sacrifice;
and pretend we do not murder.
the day of judgement has arrived
heaven will fall
and hell will rise
the dice are loaded
the gun is loaded
and I'm not far behind...
because we wanted it easy
the soft killings
honest as this knife
is your GOD vengeful or loving?
paradise is easy
at a price
so sacrifice.
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Pleasure Trauma
08:55
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Haunt
05:06
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I sleep like the dead; walk like a ghost
and we always seem to hurt the ones we love most... we have to
we are addiction- vile and morose
but we all play the victim caught in the throes
we have no control
I'll admit that I've made some mistakes that haunt me to the grave
blood on our hands slowly turns grey
what we've done just can't be erased
and I will never forget that face
haunt me to the grave...
...and into the nightmare
so it seems all our dreams
turn into nightmares
sorcery and alchemy have no power in nightmares
enemy or friend to me
into the nightmare
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Live Not Lives Like Ours
10:46
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from the beginning
sacrament was taken
licking lips of honey
eyes on those remaining
to rob the grave they were digging
we were wrong
doped with self-righteousness and "mercy"
with a claim given by our GOD
we danced on the burial ground
made ornaments of the sacred
and fashion of the afflicted
but I guess no rest for the wicked
with no tomorrow
drenched in the milk of superstition
in alliance with the ones above suspicion
for a carefully calculated death
it amuses me
blessed mercy; bleeding hearts
all whores of glory
live not lives like ours
so lay down your arms
lie down; you're mine
seeds of lies are sewn
raise the lie at home
raise the knife at home
twist the knife
drive it home
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