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Pentagram
04:09
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Scratch a pentagram on my chest,
Honey you don't wanna see the rest,
This demon skin is dying to be owned
I just wanna (hug) to dopethrone
Turn the lights off.
I saw your pentagram
Vibrating in the mist
Heralding the coming of the pink dawn
Dammed in eternal bliss.
I'll come clean my love, I won't fight no more,
Bash my head on the floor,
I'll come clean my love, till all the sirens start to sing.
The Godhand merges.
Wrap me and embalm me like the others,
I wanna see the beast in flesh,
Wrap me and embalm me, you're my mother,
I wanna see the beast in flesh. (flesh)
The last dying light of sister Selene,
Faded and all went black,
But how we writhed that night in your room,
The beast with two backs.
I'll come clean my love, I won't fight no more,
Bash my head on the floor,
I'll come clean my love, till all the sirens start to sing.
The Godhand merges.
Scratch a pentagram on my chest,
Honey you don't wanna see the rest,
This demon skin is dying to be owned
I just wanna (hug) to dopethrone
Turn the lights off.
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Oxycontin
03:51
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Oxycontin thrills me, revives my soul.
I can see all that lacks in me
turn from grey to gold.
Gretting high, feeling fine,
Drowning in the water.
Taking pills, dressed to kill.
A lamb to the slaughter.
Le mepris of the sylvian trees,
Hums in my ear,
Percocet I can't forget,
the spotlight so bright and clear.
Gretting high, feeling fine,
Drowning in the water.
Taking pills, dressed to kill.
A lamb to the slaughter.
In my dreams you're smiling,
I'm a picture of suprise,
there's hope left in your eyes.
Hope in vaccum is no shelter from the storm,
We all wanna be warm.
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Electric Eden
05:06
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Eden, down in electric eden,
We sit and watch the trees grow,
they blossom for you and for me now.
You're everything to me now,
so come and sit yourself down.
You know that you'll love the feeling,
It's like spools of tape unreeling,
there's no better reason to get loose by...
The big blue screen,
That tells me what I mean
And all that I believe,
The warm blue light,
Tells me what I'm like
and all that I believe
and all the fruit rots on the tree.
Way down inside...
The Daesin, but everything's in half time,
'Cause darling now that you're mine,
We won't fight cause it's all for free now.
Everything's for free now.
So come and sit yourself down.
and get loose by...
The big blue screen,
tells me what I mean,
and all that I believe,
the warm blue light
tells me what I'm like
and all that I believe
and all the fruits rots on the tree,
way down deep inside.
hold tight I heard you say that you were leaving,
unplugged your headset from the hole in the ceiling,
the stars that looked bright, all fall like lead.
All dreamed up in someone else's head.
There's no gods only man
I got your message I understand,
It sounds like the screaming of a billion dead trees.
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Stars
05:26
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Where did you get those painted eyes?
Stardust lover from the countryside.
The deep dark-blue of your velvet boots,
Shone right thru me in that pale moonlight
And all those lights they were flashing
In all the halls of the city on fire
And all their teeth won't stop gnashing
Hand in hand parading butterflies.
Hold me close, you're the one I need the most
I am just a speck of dust in a lei of stars.
Lie with me, we'll pretend that we're free
Free to live our fantasy, for a little while.
You cover me now like a soft cloud
Let it dissolve and rust,
'Cause I'm like you,
I'm black and blue,
there ain't no one to trust
When all the stars fall down.
And did I see you this morning?
Bathing in the light which pools in the back of my eyes.
In this brain that'll die without warning,
underneath a tire and into the endless night.
Hold me close, you're the one I need the most
I'm just a speck of dust,
In a lei of stars,
Lie with me and we'll pretend that we're free
Free to live our fantasy,
For a little while.
Solo
I've got a soul got my rock 'n' roll
but I, I turn blue at the thought of you
at the thought...
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5. |
Satan at my Door
02:00
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I took a train
Down to Arkansas
But satan had me staring at the floor
I curse your name
But lord how I want you more
And satan is knocking at my door
We sold our souls
For our names to be hung up in gold
To light the dirty streets that we called home
You sing so sweet,
In all the sad songs that you hum
As the light floods your room in the dawn.
The drinks flow free,
in the town where the angels don't go (oh no)
And sin, she takes me by the hand.
With hands like yours: they're soft and cold as ice.
That's why me and her been sharing these lonesome nights,
But her skin is cracked and lord how my hair grows long.
And Satan haunts this song.
Yes Satan haunts this song.
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