| It’s poetry carved in flesh
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| This beautiful hell of ours
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| To the deadliest sin we confess
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| And tears of joy fill our eyes
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| We are safe where disfigured saints
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| Cry out their prophecies of doom
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| My heart’s a graveyard, baby
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| And to evil, we make love
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| On our passion’s killing floor
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| In my arms, you won’t sleep safely
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| And of lust, we are reborn
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| On our passion’s killing floor
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| At the first kiss, the seeds
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| Of hatred are sown
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| And back into darkness, we flee
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| To tear our hearts out
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| We are safe where all faiths fail
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| Alive inside of our tomb
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| My heart’s a graveyard, baby
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| And to evil, we make love
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| On our passion’s killing floor
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| In my arms, you won’t sleep safely
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| And of lust, we are reborn
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| On our passion’s killing floor
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| (Pulses unchecked
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| Everyone already is dead
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| All we know has been crucifered)
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| My heart’s a graveyard, baby
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| And to evil, we make love
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| On our passion’s killing floor
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| In my arms, you won’t sleep safely
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| And of lust, we are reborn
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| On our passion’s killing floor
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| (My heart’s a graveyard, baby)
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| Oh, my heart’s a graveyard, baby
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| On our passion’s killing floor
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| (In my arms, you won’t sleep safely)
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| And to evil, we make love
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| On our passion’s killing floor
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| Forevermore… that’s right |