hey riding hood i smell blood and my hands are
I heard it on the radio
I saw it in the
Three dancers on the ceiling
One red one black
One reeling that
Angel you hypnotize me
You hypnotize me
Like the sun setting right
There's ants in the kitchen baby
Thought I'd let you know
There's
Mae come and play
On the crimson alter
Bring all you sing
And
Late at night
I get around
Pedal 'round this
Lonesome town
On a bicycle
The milk is sour and the words profound
The babes in
Calling Dr. Carrion
Our hearts are in our mouths
Traffic's moving much
chant necromonicus:
spirit of the planet of time
spirit of the
if you've found your way o.k.
there is one thing left
here's a song from deep in the hole
here's a song
Walking down the street
I can feel the tension
Everybody on me
Like
Good morning!
Oh my, little shiny thing
Gets me in the morning
Bringing
God is an illusion
Created by god
The worlds in revolution
Created by
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