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Pushed down the stairs - built of coffins. Morbid fear - in the dungeons. Tied to the rack - knife across your breasts. Beaten and strangled - brutal shattered chest.
Pushed down the stairs - built of coffins. Morbid fear - in the dungeons. Tied to the rack - knife across your breasts. Beaten and strangled - brutal shattered chest.
The final war - apocalyptic hate. Blood of angels stains the torrid soil. Eternal fury - celestial genocide. Hellstorms over empires divine. . Lacerate the heavens.
Again and again and again. You bring me to ecstasy. You have died but I don't care. Burial place is not your true relief. Fistfucks in your backdoor hole.
We found his diary today. He wrote in great detail. How cleverly he planned. All of the killings. . How precisely he executed. His insane fantasies. It was all so perfect.
Me and G.B.. We ain't never gonna confess. We cheated at the math test. We carved some dirty words in our desk. Well now it's time for recess. Old man waitin by the monkey bars.
An angel fell one stormy night. From heaven's glory. He split the earth to reign in hell. Waoh o-oh. He fears the light. He fears the truth. He fears what's going to be.
I'm six foot three with a fist like a hammer. And I work with the Vice Squad when I can. And when I pull out my badge they forget all my glamor. Little guys all surprised, take a seat.
I had a date with a pretty ballerina. Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes. I asked her for this dance. And then she obliged me. Was I surprised, yeah.
Your cruel device. Your blood, like ice. One look, could kill. My pain, your thrill. . I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch). I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop.
Don't need a crystal ball for me to see clearly. No astrology or Tarot cards. Watching CNN and holding my breath. To face the daily news scares me to death.
Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case. This one has a skull but it don't have a face. These look like the arms of father so strong. And the ring on this finger means my Grandma is gone.
She's an overnight sensation. In the mirror on her wall. She gets a standing ovation. At every shower curtain call. . And she becomes a pop star. In the safety of her car.
Sonny wakes up in the morning feeling kinda sick. Needs a little Stoli Vodka, needs it really quick. Sees a little blood run from his eyes. Feels a little hotel paralyzed.
I'm hidden in the scream. When the virgin dies. I'm the ache in the belly. When your baby cries. And I'm the burnin' sensation. When the convict fries.
We've been so caught up in the subject of personnel. Playing and acting, and slaving and bathing ourselves. . Who lies and who tries to come over everyone.
I know tomorrow's not today. I'm on my knees but not to pray. I feel what's real just slip away. I hope you like my, I hope you love my. I hope you see my private public breakdown.