| Just call me the living dead
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| These songs fuel my lust for her flesh
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| Just hymns for a heart that’s a bloody mess
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| I guess we lived like the dead
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| Did we stay young 'til we died?
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| Are we just clarified and classified?
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| I still see the summer sky…
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| Has stripped, raped and strangled ever made you cry?
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| Our… black metal hearts drown in black water parks
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| Damnation… delivered us back to the start
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| They feel like songs of the damned
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| Cursed forever… undead…I am
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| Once upon that crucifixion
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| We reigned in blood like death had risen, we destroyed the opposition
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| Our… black metal hearts drown in black water parks
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| Damnation… delivered us back to the start
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| Are my arms your hearse if these metaphors stop?
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| Without these songs, I would just be so lost
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| So lost
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| When she rides, I’m stuck in that horror hotel, cursing all 20 eyes
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| When she rides… when she rides
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| Well it’s 2 minutes past the midnight hour and you hate my voice like sugar
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| coated sour
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| Caress that carcass
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| I miss your heartworks
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| My swansong, so insalubrious
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| Pouring sweat but the fever remains
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| It’s all pretty odd but more our darkest days
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| 'Cause we let it burn and felt strength just the same
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| I don’t care if you get it
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| These songs still scream your name |