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I am a walking
screaming hell
a thing of torture to behold
this vivisection
splits my soul
a thing of torture to behold
where you run to
won't take too long
I've come to get you
won't take too long
and death should know we
no hesitating
give up your heart
it ain't so lonely
w/o your heart
and death should know we
my hands are dirty w/ his blood
and I can take you there
I've got a brand new god
and if I lay you there
under my brand new god
then I will slay you there
for my brand new god
where are you running to
it didn't take too long
I've come and gone now
you didn't take too long
and death should know we
my hands are dirty w/ his blood
and death should know we
after all
I prepared you for
the second coming
of my god
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You crawl across the floor
On your hands and knees
To seek revelation
Little whip
I pull you up
I grab your hair
I give you hope
Little whip
I give the black sun
To sear off your tongue
I gave you a life
Little whip
A come on little whip
A come on little whip
A come on little whip
A come on little whip
I pull you up
I grab your hair
I give you hope
Little whip
I gave you the world you beheld in a dream
I gave you a night cry
Little whip
You lick your wounds
And you come right back
I give you nothing
Little whip
I send the black sun
And eclipse your moon
I steal your hope
Little whip
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can't speak
can't talk
can't do anything they want
can't hide
or change your mind
gonna live w/ all my soul
inside
can't speak
can't talk
can't stop for the reeling cause
or love
i told'em all about it
can't talk
cause I'm already lost
can't think
can't cry
keep thinking of a suicide
it's hard
i just can't forget it
gonna fade cause I'm already dead
can't think
can't dream
don't dare if i live or die
don't talk
i just can't believe it
gonna fade cause I'm already dead
can't think
can't dream
don't believe anything i see
i don't want to get it
gotta leave
or i'll live to regret it
can't speak
can't lie
can't go anywhere to hide
can't think
can't cry
keep thinking of a suicide
can't speak
can't talk
can't do anything i want
can't hide
or change your mind
gonna live w/ all my soul inside
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and i know
that it's true
all the fire
has burned thru
well you know i've played
so hard
and the light
grows so dim
and my time's getting slim
all the words
just don't mean much
and i know i'm saying
goodbye
and i know that i'm going
down
to die
in my heart
there's a wind
and it swirls up a dim
it's so loud
it drowns my mind
till the coin that i pass
to the ferryman's grasp
let's me leave
my pain
behind
so i part
and i'm oh so cold
and i hope to release
my heart
better leave
while my song still calls
it's the truth
that i'm going
down
to die
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I wanna be your misery
I wanna be your the world you fear
I wanna be your emptiness
I wanna be the god who kills
I wanna be the christ who dies
upon the fires
of infamy
can't you see it
can't you feel it
until you call on the dark
can't you see it now
how black your future will be
and every emissary that I send you
will bleed
I wanna be your misery
I wanna be the world you fear
I wanna the christ who dies
upon the fires
of infamy
can't you see it
can't you feel it
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If the heart is cold
If there is no light
I can be the one
If the heart is cold
If the blood runs hot
Let there be and end
Let there be no one
Who can the light
Where you go, I won't lead
Cause if the heart is dead,
I can take your soul
If you give it free
and the bondage end
Cause if your heart is cold,
Then you belong with me
Let me be the one
That will set you free
Where you run
I won't lead
See how love Unholy
Cuts into your mind
See how love Unholy
Lies
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see the devil kiss the hand of god
see the devil crying tears of flame
see the devil bite the hand of christ
and know the devil is the work of god
and all the devils do the work of god
in this season of the world's demise
upon the wings of the fallen dream
i hear the sound of a bleeding mind
bringer of death
bringer of death
the angels smile the smile of the shame
they bring the tortures that infest the earth
see the warlords of a heavenly rank
and know that war is the will of god
bringer of death
bringer of death
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Do I need
Thoughts so cold
Could I feel more alone
Am I more
Damned than thou
Should I wear tortures crown
Should I live my life a lie
Could I be less alive
Shall I bask in god's light
Shall I fall
One more time
Should I feel lost
Somehow
Do I feel less than thou
Could I be
Less undone
Could I fall deeper down
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Remember to call my name
I adore it
If you call my name
I implore it
If w/ all these things we invoke here
Call you out our name
But be forewarned dear
I don't mind the pain
We hear you call our name
We adore it
Hear you all these things
That we invoke here
If you call our name
Rest assured dear
See you all these things
But be forewarned dear
I don't mind the pain
And I stay so arcane
In the shadows
Of your brain
Will I come to you
Again
Remember
I don't mind the pain
Hear you all call our name
Can you afford it
Racked
W/ all these things and beyond hope dear
Remember to call our name
And we assure you
Trip
W/ all these things that we invoke here
I don't mind the pain
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No one knows my name
Where I come from
No one sees my face
Sees me coming
You can never hide
If I want you
You can't even try
Keep from crying
No one sees my face
Sees my pain
No one can see my shape
In the shadows
You can feel the dark
When it's stalking
I can slip right in whenever I want you
I'm coming in your home
I wish you could
I'm coming in your hole
I wish you would
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All I Want,
All I get,
Let it be captured,
In my heart.
World on fire,
World in pain,
Find myself wanting you again.
All I want,
All I need,
Let it be captured,
In my heart.
Slip my hand up inside,
Cradle the soul that you hide,
From my eyes,
I can see,
So many things,
That you want,
That you need,
I can give
Let it be captured in my heart.
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The demon comes but must be called
Comes to all the sleeping homes
He breaks the night and lifts their drones
Demon comes but must be called
The demon calls to me at length
Demon has no other strength
Except to end the stretching thighs
For those whose fate it is to die
The demon has but one mistake
He lingers where he should not stay
He should not stay but rather go
Demon has no soul
The demon has no soul of such
His breath is cold as winter's touch
His hair, the blackness of the night
Demon offers up his bite
The demon lives not life we know
He lives but is the never-born
His eyes are of the blackest coal
Demon has no soul
Many are the demon's face
And many are the forms he takes
Beware that you don't pleasure one
The demon comes to anyone
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