Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa
Go
Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho
A pounding pulse stirs anxious feelings inside
Sick breaths of undead
Whoa
I know your every move behind this face
I have control
Hell is full time to empty
Human flesh feeding frenzy
Woah oh,
Bound by battle scars From his right hand man betrayed
Anything is what she is
Anywhere is where she's from
Anything is
Buried beneath the statue, the answer hides
Enduring throughout the ages
The
In the night
I hear voices calling
They seem to speak my
Hate the living, love the dead
Smashing embryos, cut off heads
Find
Thirteen have come and gone, crimson death, crimson blood
Rise from
Their eyes for many centuries
Peered in from space
Sincere the hope,
Complications inside of me
Reminds me that my heart won't always
Oh
Control the urge to spit up vile worms... soul
Monsters seduced
Traded in my Bible for a little black cat
The time
The darkness bleeds violent sights
It purges from within
Death, it holds
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