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Padre
03:12
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The Lord says seek and ye shall find the key that unlocks all mankind.
All the apostles were singing…
The Lord says seek and ye shall smite (all) the women and children for your life.
All the blood… So thrilling…
In his eyes we’re all cattle. In his might, we’re unsettled.
He will test your mettle. In his eyes…
Gun to the head. We are all dead.
Crimson skies and sharp yellows. In his eyes…
Dreams of fields and warm meadows. Ice cold steel.
Gun to the head. We are all dead.
In his eyes we’re all cattle. In his eyes…
Crimson skies and sharp yellows. In his eyes…
Dreams of fields and warm meadows. Ice cold steel.
Gun to the head. We are all dead.
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ride myself in something. Try to prove that I’m much more.
And my hands are shaking as she twitches on the floor.
Halcyon islands and dreams in her eyes.
In a three piece suit and a razor with a smile.
Beautiful creature. A killer in her eyes.
A nightmare in pursuit won’t wake you ‘til you die.
Won’t you take my hand. Go along with my plan.
Let us leave this land. Just not with our lives.
Will you take me home from this life I’ve known?
She’s addicted to this fucking feeling she can’t ignore.
I’m conflicted with how I’ll take her down to the bones.
That’s right, ‘cuz I’m that guy and I won’t explain why.
That’s right, and you’ll die and I don’t even care why.
She’s addicted to these fucking feelings she can’t ignore.
I’m conflicted with how I’ll make her my own.
That’s right, ‘cuz I’m that guy and I won’t explain why.
That’s right, and you’ll die and no one even cares why.
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The Colors
05:01
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As the day turns into night, we’ll sing,
That it’s gonna be all right. Everything.
Unwrap my tentacles. Come here.
Unhinge the mandables. We’re hungry.
Your soul is our obsession. Pretty.
Is the juice worth the fucking squeeze? Yes, plenty.
Pull the skin right off your head. Lovely.
You’re no good to me dead. We’ll be waiting.
Out from the stars. Beyond the dark, we’re crawling out to make it ours.
Claw pierce the heart. Eviscerate the soul and throw away the parts.
And the claw pierces my heart.
Blinded by the colors.
This is the end.
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