| Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse
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| Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul
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| Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand
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| Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the
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| sun
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| Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun
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| Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful
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| belief
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| Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he’s holding the
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| knife
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| Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall
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| Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of
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| death
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| Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful
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| belief
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| Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he’s holding the
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| knife
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| Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand
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| Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the
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| sun
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| Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun
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| Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse
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| Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul
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| Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the
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| fall
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| Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of
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| death
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| A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin
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| His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame
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| The song is still young and illusion’s the game |