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screams. The dead have taken my soul. Temptations lost all control Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes. Lose all mind control rationale declines. Empty eyes enslave the creations. Of placid faces and
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enslave the creations. Of placid faces and lifeless pageants. . Dance with the dead in my dreams hello? Hello mr gein? . Listen to their hollowed screams mr gein? . The dead have taken my soul lemme
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enslave the creations. Of placid faces and lifeless pageants. . Dance with the dead in my dreams hello? Hello mr gein? . Listen to their hollowed screams mr gein? . The dead have taken my soul lemme
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of our own lies the alphabet of the free As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember them?. As I walk through the valley in the shadow of the dead. Will you remember
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dance until I’m dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead). Verse 2. You’ve created a creature of the night. Now I’m haunting your air, your soul, your eyes. Pre-Chorus. This goodbye is no surprise (Is no surprise
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This is the City of the Dead. As we lie side by side in bed. I'd do something else instead. It is the City of the Dead When we went out kickin' around. But you got drunk an' fallen down. An' I
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The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on. The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn. The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same. The difference between us is a
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chum. Carbonated gastric stew. Excreted, distilled, and imbibed. A nidorous concoction fermented to proof. The dead I tap, siphon, and grind solo "Dead Drunk" by S. C. McGrath. solo "Consumption of
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The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on. The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn. The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same. The difference between us is a
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Bound you are to brotherhood of flesh. With cold harness of iron behest. One falls, another crawls. Remembers none why march at all. One screams, another weeps. And the dead you drag along
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dead, humanity mayday. Destruction to the end show. Preserved the nastiest prey, wake me up and down. Infinity to prey, selection to the later. It brought us the end of the day Nightmare, mass
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. Reveal their basic worth. Along the mounds of dead appliances! The planet of my dreams. The earth, my earth. I hear it's muffled screams. The earth, my earth. And though it often seems. From
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people close to me. They want to see my reaction. That I don't want to give. Sometimes I really want to be just dead. Without any kind of. Torturing stress. I wrote it in the dead air, I wrote it in
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. The dead are dancing. The dead are dancing in the town Yes, the dead are dancing. The dead are dancing. The dead are dancing in the town Mother Mary comes to me. In this graveyard of hypocrisy. But
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wall In the cool red light. In the dead of the night. We wash the pain away, yeah, yeah. As the night turns into morning. And the morning into day. We wash away, wash away. Wash away the pain
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Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A The torture of eight
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shine their emptiness down, down on my bed. The tiny island sags downstream. 'cause the life that lived is, is dead. And the wind screams mary. And the wind cries mary. . Will the wind ever remember
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run. Stripped of. Your life's worth. Human mice, for the angel of death. Four hundred thousand more to die. . Angel of death. Monarch to the kingdom of the dead. . Sadistic, surgeon of demise
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run. Stripped of. Your life's worth. Human mice, for the angel of death. Four hundred thousand more to die. . Angel of death. Monarch to the kingdom of the dead. . Sadistic, surgeon of demise
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knew he could not stop. Always living with the threat of death ahead. Folks you'd better stop and think, everybody knows we're on the brink. What will happen now, that the King is dead? We can all
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Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs. Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes. Dead martyrs always take it further. Dead heroes know no fear Living for some happiness. Find nothing that satisfies. Had a
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Screams break the silence. Waking from the dead of night. Vengeance is boiling. He's returned to kill the light. Then when he's found who he's looking for. Listen in awe and you'll hear him Bark
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use for you. The dead girls of London. Why do they act that way?. . Maybe it's the water, mama. Maybe it's the tea. Maybe it's the way they was raised. Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the
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The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain. Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well. Constructed a monument to denial and excess. Sunk so low, crawled so far back
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once was there a thought for herself,. and the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame. Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride. on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride. On the coattails of
