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Burning flesh, |
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Dripping sweat, |
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Using them all, |
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like the paralyzing snake, |
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Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. |
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mannequin |
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Damnation And A Day |
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Cradle Of Filth |
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Led to other worlds |
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By the girls she curled within |
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I took their skins to see Her |
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Be my... |
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Be my mannequin |
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I cannot remember |
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How it was that we first met |
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Curve of moon and haunted shore |
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The stars were not those Heaven sent |
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Did we come together |
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At masked palatial Balls |
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In silks and flesh and leather |
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Or did we come at all? |
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I dreamt a midnight castle |
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The eerie song of wolves |
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And eyes that danced with fire |
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As they have forever more |
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Our rites of sin |
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Have long fathered a hymn |
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To burden Him |
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Whom by slip of after whim |
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At genesis,Dressed Her like the wind |
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In Autumn gowns,That pinned Her down |
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To be my... |
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Be my mannequin |
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Always poised on winter |
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But never would She break |
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My lovecraft and black witch heart |
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That pounded in Her wake |
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We kissed on distant balconies |
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A law unto Her own |
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Thirteenth dark commandment |
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Of figures pressed to stone |
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Turning cream with fantasies |
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That God alone would know |
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We graced vomitorium |
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With the sweet excess of Rome |
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Flagrant in the past |
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Our names were deeply carved |
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On the tree of life in long dead languages |
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Led to other worlds |
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By the girls she curled within |
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I took their skins to see Her |
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Be my... |
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Be my mannequin |
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I tongued the nuns at Louviers |
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But not one word possessed |
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Her divine right, an archetype |
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For mortal Goddesses... |
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Be my... |
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Be my mannequin |
