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scratch scratch, should be there |
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I dig the vision of rotting corpsesand |
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I'm pouting in the cornerfive more minutes, and we'll all be deadfive more minutes, and we'll all be deadskeleton closetsclose up tightfilthy mirrors don't clear our lifein her frightening presencenailed to her heart-felt decisionif |
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God turns today, |
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I'll meet you in hellwell, |
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I'll meet you in helllook in the eyes in the six-stringed beastconcussion is a cancer-spreading tear-cageblue-light beauty's got it's victim by the tail(five more minutes and we'll all be dead)say they're guilty on a bed of nailswon't you wake me up with your kissand give me one moment of blissflesh to boneis a purating processtouch, touchbefore the fallbefore the fallbefore the fall(five more minutes and we'll all be dead)temptation is foodopen your mouth and accept it |
