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IT WAS A LIE WHEN THEY SMILED

AND SAID,

“YOU WON’T FEEL A THING”.





In this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes. Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapors. Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black. It reaches in and tears your flesh apart, as ice cold hands rip into your heart... That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest.

And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence?
And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now!





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martes, 23 de marzo de 2010


"Passion's Killing Floor"

It's poetry carved in flesh
This beautiful hell of ours
To the deadliest sin we confess
(Tears of joy fill our eyes)
We are safe where disfigured saints
Cry out their prophecies of doom

My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor

At the first kiss
the seeds of hatred are sewn
Back into darkness we flee
(To tear our hearts out)
We are saved where all faiths fail
Alive inside of our tomb

My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor

My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor

Forever more. . .

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