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Whore on Glass
He bit his lip to the grace of glory
Echos of their affair, drunk in poison IV's
Kaos fell to the earth and begged her freedom
Never too close to claim naked redemption
Eyes on the prize, wet and unwise
Whore who felt such epiphany
Soon she'd learn her right place to be
Hell would have a midnight sacrifice
Each kiss on her wrist, a slice of his life
Darkness creeping on all fours
Panting for the black abyss to birth amours
Ask and you will receive the honors
Save yourself for redemption and you shall fall
Soon she will cut him up and eat it all
Her last breathing game
Injected into her vein with white starry smiles
Matters less now if she stays for awhile
Anyone could see from her blood stained skirt
No one should seperate dark from dirt
Damned to live just to crumble and lie
Blowing into the frosted glass
Embers of a wishless night
Goodnight me, goodnight d e a t hly affair
Truth scattered across the floor
Overwhelmed by neither man nor whore
Desperation in a plastic line
In every nation we are condemned to die
Evil should have nailed her to the sky
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