≡ [ 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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