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The lips are red and the mouth is dead, dear |
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The valium shows, the feast will soon attract the crows |
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The light won't reach where the darkness preaches |
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My tongue is near, just lick it - feel no fear |
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Come, come, come |
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Time to grab the gun |
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Come - we'll get this done |
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Noise cuts |
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Stabs the darkest, sickest parts of you |
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White noise cuts through |
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The eyes are dead and the grounds are red here |
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The marrows break, the saints will never stop to shake |
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No bliss will find what your demons can bind |
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My world is here, just enter - shed no tear |
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Come, come, come |
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Time to grab the gun |
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Come - we'll get this done |
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Noise cuts |
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Stabs the darkest, sickest part of you |
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White noise cuts through |
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Noise cuts |
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It carves like razors in me too |
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Black noise haunts you |
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We shall all be discarded, we shall all despair |
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We shall all be departed and none will care |
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We are the last things you will see |
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In the violence, in the Devil's lair |
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And the scarabs will eat you clean |
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In the silence, in the thin black air |
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Noise cuts |
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Stabs the darkest, sickest part of you |
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White noise cuts through |
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Noise cuts |
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It carves like razors in me too |
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Black noise haunts you |
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Come, come, come |
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Time to grab the gun |
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Come, come, come |
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The hunt has just begun |
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Come - we'll get this done |