| Dressed in black
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| Queen of the dead
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| Kin of red
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| She is on fire
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| Midnight wakes her ego
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| She turns all princes to frogs
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| Saytan is my witness
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| I fear not
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| Behind her eyes
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| A serpent lies
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| Her lovers drown low soulless
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| Of lust her grace is made
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| I am falling at the floor
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| She is the whore and I am the frog
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| Love and serpent eat my soul
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| Rise and fall it’s the law
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| Serpent whore, I am bleeding
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| As the bells strike to midnight
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| Now the prince will turn to frog
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| She is on fire…
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| And I whip her like a dog
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| I am the god she asks for more
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| Blood and lipstick on my floor
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| Rise and fall it’s the law
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| Serpent whore, I am dreaming
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| As the bells strike to midnight
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| Serpent whore, I am feeling my soul now is lost
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| Serpent whore, I am dreaming of
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| A love that’s drowned and lost, all the
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| Whores now turn to ghosts |