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DAMOCLES
Pray, baby
PREY
Yeah, in this verse it's a curse
We don't need your Damocles
Pray, blaspheme
PREY
Fuck, you're a harlot
And I'm your heretic
We don't need your Damocles
Who will pray for me
As I prey on you?
My pale mistress, Vesper, let me burn for you
Lashed to the stake of the hypocrites - THE HYPOCRITES
Spy you through looking glasses for a glimpse of flesh
And now the wolf is at their door to feast - TO FUCKING FEAST
As we raze Salem to the ground - TO THE GROUND
Prey, lady
PRAY
Yeah, I'm the ghost with the most
Death toasts than your Damocles
Prey, Famine
PRAY
Fuck, I'm a zealot
And you're a derelict
Celebrating our Damocles
My pale mistress, Vesper, let me burn for you
Lashed to the stake of the hypocrites - THE HYPOCRITES
Spy you through looking glasses for a glimpse of flesh
And now the wolf is at their door to feast - TO FUCKING FEAST
As we raze Salem to the ground - TO THE GROUND
Will you prey on me
As I pray for you?
To go down in flames
With a cross burned betwixt your breasts
As the rest of the world watches the show
On pay per view in high definition
The possession reaches from your thighs
To rust away your chastity bondage
WILL YOU WAIT FOR ME?
HAND IN HAND WE'LL FACE THE DEVIL
Published 30th Jun 2019
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(©) 2019 Frank Green
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