| Will you follow us? |
| When our path will be uncertain
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| And our arms too week to hold you up? |
| Will you follow us?
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| Even if your breath is slow and your feet are too wounded to cross these peaks?
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| Can you see it now? |
| Can you feel our tongues run over your tortured back?
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| Behold!
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| Behold!
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| Behold!
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| We are the children of the black light
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| We are the children of the black light
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| Will you follow us? |
| But now it’s too late to caress him
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| When His heart is martyred by your betrayal and ignored by your ingratitude
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| Bent on his tears, bent on his torments. |
| Those he’ll never donate to you
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| Each word of ours will be forgotten, each word of ours will be condemned
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| Behold!
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| Behold!
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| Behold!
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| We are the children of the black light
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| We are the children of the black light
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| Behold!
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| Behold!
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| We are the children of the black light
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| We are the children of the black light
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| Let me lick the black sun in your mouth
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| Let me fall in your black sun
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| Let me lick the black sun in your mouth
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| Let me fall in your black sun
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| Let me lick the black sun in your mouth
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| Let me fall in your black sun
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| Let me lick the black sun in your mouth
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| Let me fall in your black sun
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| Your black sun
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| Your black sun
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| Your black sun |