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Watch my lips while i'm telling you this yeah it's all for you Every flick of the wrist, every swing of the hips yeah its all for you When i toss my
Love it's a crazy make my heart go oopsy daisy Make my blood flow not so lazy Cos I love you inside out Time is a wasting while you hold out So frustrating
Do you remember we traipsed around From pub to pound shop through Kentish Town Only a fiver to our name The drunk on the doorstep had more to our shame
Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away I've got to Get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere And I've
I'm too sad to cry, you won't find a tear in my eye My baby's gone and hurt me so I'm way too sad to cry I'm too tired to die, though my heart has just
louie's living with a fire in his blood and it burns like a mother fucker I've picked him up off the ground when his cells were down and now its getting
Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son of
I remember the future A new beginning of time
For everything around me i experience is cold and dead The blood of others is of a colder substance and taste Therefore i must spill and serve The blood
Where I came from?I must return No more, nothing left to do No other mission Weak and devastated The strength had gone Don?t want to know more Don?t
The bloody history from the past Deceased humans now forgotten An age of legends and fear A time now so distant Less numbered as they were Their lives
Pillars supporting sky crumble Sun moon the stars pour down Rivers and oceans rush where the earth sinks Great conflagration quenched by raging flood
The sweet smell of warm blood, It fills the air Your fucking guts Splattered everywhere Ghoul!!!! The suffocating stench Of corpses putrefying, I love
In these nights of Magic Where the great pain is obscured By the fantasy dragon made real By the powers of lingering trauma I looked beyond the dawn of
They speak... In the garden of the prophet Divine madness... The order of the cosmic immoral For what is humanity If not forlorn And crawling to my hands
In the century where man dies We the huntress of the hollow hills Must put ourselves above pity Above self deception as law We must be again as once were
[l: Maniac] I am the key of dark passion I drink my blood, I eat my flesh A serpent kiss I give to woman A voyage through vortex scapes. Serpent of
