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Devil On The Red Carpet Lyrics - 21st Century Killing Machine - One Man Army And The Undead Quartet

Nights grow dim 

I'm soakin' wet and afraid 

A loaded might 

Heading towards my innocence 

Diggin' my foxhole 

Hiding from what can't be hid from 

The fright is so bright 

It burrows through my brain 

 

I'm gods favourite child 'ya know 

Like dump I'm heading for the pit 

 

A black tank in sight 

Is it the devil or jehova mighty? 

Fuelled on fury 

Searching, destroying, breeding the dead 

My courage fades 

As the cannon starts to blast the bullet 

Dead aim fortune 

Killing what's already dead 

 

I'm gods favourite child 'ya know 

Like dump I'm heading for the pit 

 

Love and romance, just a dream in the shadow of christ 

Devil on the red carpet singing out the pleasures of sin 

Lust and freedom, frozen in this winter home of hell 

Stuck in a void where dead bodies hold me warm 

 

Nights grow dim 

I'm soakin' wet and afraid 

A loaded might 

Heading towards my innocence 

Diggin' my foxhole 

Hiding from what can't be hid from 

The fright is so bright 

It burrows through my brain 

 

I'm gods favourite child 'ya know 

Like dump I'm heading for the pit 

 

Love and romance, just a dream in the shadow of christ 

Devil on the red carpet singing out the pleasures of sin 

Lust and freedom, frozen in this winter home of hell 

Stuck in a void where dead bodies hold me warm 

 

Deep within my soldier mind a ghost appears 

It's you in a white dress, dead like me 

 

Time, time for the wicked 

Now it's time, yeah, time for the wicked 

 

To ravish your souls 

 

I'm gods favourite child 'ya know 

Like dump I'm heading for the pit 

 

Love and romance, just a dream in the shadow of christ 

Devil on the red carpet singing out the pleasures of sin 

Lust and freedom, frozen in this winter home of hell 

Stuck in a void where dead bodies hold me warm 

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