| Terror strewn across the floor
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| Fate creeps under the creaking door
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| Say farewell to the solid days
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| Arms held out for the needle haze
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| Scars, scars start to show
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| But don’t, don’t despair for the shame I know
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| Bible for the loving damned
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| Religion for the pagan man
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| Faith and prayer for the chosen few
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| Mystic shades of violent hues
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| Blood, blood on my cheeks
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| And the taste
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| The taste of ash kills cross my tongue
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| Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre
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| Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn
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| Rape and pillage the sacred word
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| Heart of darkness ground and stirred
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| Rite of passage, reckless woe
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| Fruit for being and ritual slow?
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| And you, what can you do?
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| And i, I say there’s nothing you can do to stop this
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| Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre
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| Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn
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| Terror strewn across the floor
|
| Fate creeps under the creaking door
|
| Say farewell to the solid days
|
| Arms held out for the needle haze
|
| Scars, scars start to show
|
| But don’t, don’t despair for the shame I know
|
| Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre
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| Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn |