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Guillotine Baby
02:50
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Give up to me,
The blood you couldn't wash away
On a darker screen
They were watching you performing for them.
In a golden age we're praying for rust,
A few "Hail Mary's" and in leather we trust.
So give up to me,
What is that you want me to do.
Tonight will hide what we have done,
And I will steal you away
The end of time isn't soon enough,
But I will wait.
What I shouldn't do,
Is bring to you what you want me to.
A vacancy, for your lips along my arteries.
The summer nights have left you cold
And yet you think you're oh so bold.
Who dies alone when you're always on my mind?
Tonight will hide what we have done,
And I will steal you away.
The end of time isn't soon enough,
But I will wait.
Tonight will hide what we have done and I will steal you away
I'll keep this knife to my heart
Tonight will hide what we have done and I will steal you away
I'll let you tear me apart
Tonight will hide what we have done,
And I will steal you away.
The end of time isn't soon enough,
But I will wait.
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Wound
03:34
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There's carnage in our love.
My guts have spilled in this home of ours.
Sickened, feeding, stricken, needing.
Removing every stitch that weeps.
Rusted nails fall like rain,
And the roof begins to distintegrate.
Upon the altar I'm bleeding dry,
I've given all I've made with time.
This guilt is all that I own.
Drowning lights that never show.
I want to move on without you,
But I'm wearing this like a wound.
Is it a silent drive?
That which takes you away in the night.
Infected, creating, wanting, waiting,
For a time the sky will swallow us.
The mercy of life is it's own sentence,
But I'm still here still unconvinced.
Loathed beyond the weight of proof,
Nothing but this flesh is true.
This guilt is all that I own.
Drowning lights that never show.
I want to move on without you,
But I'm wearing this like a wound.
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Pleasures
02:51
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I'm afraid to be,
Alone with me,
Because that's two separate men and one wants me dead.
He can try to hide,
One more time,
Behind the backs of another lie.
Who do we call when the curtain falls,
And it's lights out on the stage?
The dancers die, it's by design,
And the signs have shown their age.
A thousand lovers' corpses will never stack higher tonight.
I can feel your body come crawling back into the light.
The flesh is weak,
The spirit wants
Another chance to feel it bleed.
And so it burns,
The knife that turns,
To spill the blood that never learns.
Who do we call when the curtain falls,
And it's lights out on the stage?
The dancers die, it's by design,
And the signs have shown their age.
A thousand lovers' corpses will never stack higher tonight.
I can feel your body come crawling back into the light.
Everything you ever knew,
Left behind you begin anew.
There's nothing left for us to do.
The pleasure's gone and so are you.
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First Time Caller
04:02
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Become my god, he says and he waits.
With a leather hand, and a fire in his eye.
Crushed under glove, the one to choose,
You know it's no use.
He did it for you.
I was waiting for something,
A picture, that I couldn't keep.
Taste the knife on your tongue,
You see it in your sleep.
Did lovers deceive you,
Or what might leave you so cold?
Did the applause end, when parties tend to die?
I can show you what death feels like,
I can give you something to pray about.
I can be what you want me to be,
As long as it's something you can't live without.
You were waiting for something,
A picture, that you couldn't keep.
Taste the knife on my tongue,
I see it in my sleep.
Did lovers deceive you,
Or what might leave you so cold?
Did the applause end, when parties tend to die?
And so you wait, on bended knee.
In gilded cage, you're brought to me.
Hands that writhe eternally,
Hands that writhe eternally.
When parties tend to die.
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