| Her narcissism, his foul mind
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| Her promised love, deus ex machina
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| And mastic guns that skull-bind
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| A frail love, deus ex machina
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| She didn’t wanna know, she fucking never know
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| She told him lies and raised the deus ex machina
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| She didn’t wanna know, said she could never grow
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| She sold demise and raised the child a would believer
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| Her last incision, the last guise
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| Dementia? |
| Love! |
| Deus ex machina
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| Flip out the guns and skull fire
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| A frail love, deus ex machina
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| She didn’t wanna know and loves a wicked soul!
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| Her cold disguise now raise a deus ex machina
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| She didn’t wanna show, said she could never grow
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| She told him lies, depraved the child a would believer…
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| With salt to the sores we’ll make lovers
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| Like salt to the sores, yeah great lovers
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| With salt to the sores we’ll make lovers
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| Like salt to the sores, yeah great lovers
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| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
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| A taste of real blood to numb the lovers…
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| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
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| A taste of real blood to numb the lovers…
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| Now take your woes to the alter and sing dead praise…
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| She grappled hate around my spleen, dissever lust, she numbed my dream,
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| never leave, desire, fervour, ardour
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| And like a deus ex machina she ground mind, growing clearer… you’ll always feel
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| amor
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| Her narcissism her foul mind, her promised love…
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| Her narcissism her dead foul mind, her dead promised love…
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| With salt to the sores we’ll make lovers
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| Like salt to the sores, yeah great lovers
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| (Like guests to the grave of the dead, the dead lovers)
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| With salt to the sores we’ll make lovers
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| (Like guests to the grave of the dead, the dead lovers)
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| Like salt to the sores, yeah great lovers
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| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
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| A taste of real blood to numb the lovers…
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| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
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| A taste of real blood to numb the lovers…
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| I’ll cast an eye; |
| she’s so dirty, rescinded grace…
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| Ezekiel’s vision from the cherubim and eyed wheel revolution, revelation
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| apocalypse looms
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| Ezekiel’s vision from the cherubim and eyed wheel revolution, revelation
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| apocalypse looms
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| Ezekiel’s vision from the cherubim and eyed wheel revolution, revelation
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| apocalypse looms
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| Ezekiel’s vision from the cherubim and eyed wheel revolution, revelation
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| apocalypse looms
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| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
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| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
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| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
|
| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
|
| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
|
| A taste of real blood to numb the lovers…
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| Did you feel loved? |
| Did you ever burn Avalon?
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| A taste of real blood to numb the lovers…
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| She’ll take control, we’ve been altered, dead faces fade…
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| And like a deus ex machina she ground my mind, growing clearer, desire fervour
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| ardour
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| And like a deus ex machina she ground my mind, growing clearer, you’ll always
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| feel amor
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| And like a deus ex machina she ground my mind, growing clearer, desire fervour
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| ardour
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| And like a deus ex machina she ground my mind, growing clearer, you’ll always
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| be my love |