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Failed State
The cosmic dust
It tasted like first blood
Dripping along a blanket of lust
Evil things we’ve done
I remember the turn
A slit wrist held by another
Her eyes spun just like hurricanes
Sinister snarl in that kiss
Addicted to the rush
Dead lands left in our wake
Toiling in foreign streams
Narcos and warheads intermingle
Local priest strung up bizarre
In rituals I’ve never seen
We become vampires
Taken the wings of better men
Crossbones, suppressors
Oppressing not one
Addicted to the rush
Dead lands left in our wake
Howl at the full moon
Sleep in guts of fallen empires
Carry face woven offerings
To planets that resist
Long months, moments
When we get home mother awaits
Ever proud holding paychecks
Another name to remove
So it was, so it will be, forever
It tasted like first blood
Dripping along a blanket of lust
Evil things we’ve done
I remember the turn
A slit wrist held by another
Her eyes spun just like hurricanes
Sinister snarl in that kiss
Addicted to the rush
Dead lands left in our wake
Toiling in foreign streams
Narcos and warheads intermingle
Local priest strung up bizarre
In rituals I’ve never seen
We become vampires
Taken the wings of better men
Crossbones, suppressors
Oppressing not one
Addicted to the rush
Dead lands left in our wake
Howl at the full moon
Sleep in guts of fallen empires
Carry face woven offerings
To planets that resist
Long months, moments
When we get home mother awaits
Ever proud holding paychecks
Another name to remove
So it was, so it will be, forever
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