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Sugar Coated Bloody Dreams
From the halls of shadow
casting away the light,
you know the story right?
spirit with the marble smile,
merchant of my night.
sleepless within my tombs of bone,
selling makes good business to me,
helpless and all alone.
so low we go again on echo's..
..so low we go again on echo's
Oi! Fucker ker er
..on echo's of foot stepping dance (thank you)
you know the rest right?
closed in spaces blood on walls
prancing speculators
gilded serpents
and their aggressive calls
Through the smoke of sacrifice
Watching his figure rise
you keeping up?
now..listen very carefully
he's off his head is what he is, is what I said
shooting up on this woman's fire
before helping himself
you know what I mean right, right?[/i]
That sacrificial table
devouring her button head..
But..that demon of the night,
don't worry
it's long long way from here
My god..oh my GOD!!..
Blood splatt[i]ered walls
can't breathe
He's nea...
casting away the light,
you know the story right?
spirit with the marble smile,
merchant of my night.
sleepless within my tombs of bone,
selling makes good business to me,
helpless and all alone.
so low we go again on echo's..
..so low we go again on echo's
Oi! Fucker ker er
..on echo's of foot stepping dance (thank you)
you know the rest right?
closed in spaces blood on walls
prancing speculators
gilded serpents
and their aggressive calls
Through the smoke of sacrifice
Watching his figure rise
you keeping up?
now..listen very carefully
he's off his head is what he is, is what I said
shooting up on this woman's fire
before helping himself
you know what I mean right, right?[/i]
That sacrificial table
devouring her button head..
But..that demon of the night,
don't worry
it's long long way from here
My god..oh my GOD!!..
Blood splatt[i]ered walls
can't breathe
He's nea...
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