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A hand in my mouth
A life spills into the flowers
We all look so perfect
As we all fall down
And an electric glare
The old man cracks with age
She found his last picture
In the ashes of the fire

An image of the Queen
Echoes round the sweating bed
Sour yellow sound inside my head
In books and films
And in life and in heaven
The sounds of slaughter
As your body turns

But it's too late
It's too late
But it's too late

One more day like today and I'll kill you
The desire for flesh and real blood
And I'll watch you drown in the shower
Pushing my life through your open eyes

I must fight this sickness
Find a cure

I must fight this sickness
A hand in my mouth   A life spills into the flowers   We all look so perfect   As we all fall down   And an electric glare   The old man cracks with age   She found his last picture   In the ashes of the fire      An image of the Queen   Echoes round the sweating bed   Sour yellow sound inside my head   In books and films   And in life and in heaven   The sounds of slaughter   As your body turns      But it's too late   It's too late   But it's too late      One more day like today and I'll kill you   The desire for flesh and real blood   And I'll watch you drown in the shower   Pushing my life through your open eyes      I must fight this sickness   Find a cure      I must fight this sickness
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