| Perfection to imperfection
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| We shed this bitter tear
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| Let it devour our children
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| As your mistakes create my happiness
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| Tore these remaining limbs
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| Eat the flesh, all of it
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| Make gluttony our middle name
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| Your lovely filth becomes our bed
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| We love to make love
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| And make you feel the beauty
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| We love to make love, just let it show
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| We love to make love, nothing sick at all
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| We love to make love, it’s just so beautiful
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| We dance beneath the scarlet rain
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| This makes us sick and beautiful
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| Eat the flesh to fill your emptiness
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| To become sick and beautiful
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| Behold the beautiful vile lie
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| Try to be sick and beautiful
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| Like a stain our creation
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| We make it sick and beautiful
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| Let the blood paint the walls
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| Prettiest color of 'em all
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| Call us shallow or call us whores
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| We end it to condemn our flaws
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| Your failure becomes our blessing
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| While you whisper in disbelief
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| All stains must be removed
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| With the pristine mind we make our move
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| We fuck under your despises
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| Spit on the beliefs of your innocence
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| Like thousand knives we’ll pierce your mind
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| And we will not run out of time |