≡ [ Him ] Passions Killing Floor
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Its poetry carved in flesh,
This beautiful hell of ours,
To the deadly sin we confess,
[tears of joy fill our eyes]
We are safe whith this bigotries,
My out there prophecies of doom.
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Its poetry carved in flesh,
This beautiful hell of ours,
To the deadly sin we confess,
[tears of joy fill our eyes]
We are safe whith this bigotries,
My out there prophecies of doom.
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I cry like a baby when I don’t get my way
Do you want me?
I won’t apologize when I make a mistake
Do you want me?
I got scars on my heart and they won’t go away
Looking for someone to take them from me
Everybody knows I’m a little insane
Do you want me?
Oh I try to be normal
I […]
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