| So pale and painted, occult you look my dear
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| So shady, unveiling, so worthy my son
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| So splendid, mysterious, your way f turning (what?) black
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| So call your God of darkness
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| Yes, call your God of darkness
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| And see if he can help you now!
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| A theatre performance, a sharp tooth clown
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| Needles and filthy signs
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| Play your death march, take me dancing, you practical jokes
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| Snake skin bitch, propose to me…
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| So call your damn God of darkness
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| Yes, call your God of darkness
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| And see if he can help you now!
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| Children gather round here, to hear this tale end
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| Of you I thought so much more, better
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| All here nets and hollow eyes
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| Whigs, sticks and a devil’s workshop |