Creeping like frost
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As slow as grave moss
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Like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust
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I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
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I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
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I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
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As everything is eaten by another
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How much more must we bleed her
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I cut their throats while they slept, I wept
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I peel back my skull for you
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Yes I do
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Slow desolation like a funeral procession
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The lovely one screams like she's caught between stations
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I eat the razor, a mouthful of God's flesh
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Sweating this blackness,
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I am shitting this cold death
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I remember blood from the thighs of the mother
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As everything is eaten by another
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How much more must we bleed her
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I cut their throats while they slept, I wept
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I peel back my skull for you
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Yes I do
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DEAD VENUS BLUE
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Love is rotting on the vine
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Crumbling in God's sunshine
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I am dying all the time
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Point me at the sky... sky
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How much more must we bleed her
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I cut their throats while they slept, I wept
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I peel back my skull for you
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Yes I do
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DEAD VENUS BLUE
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How much more must we bleed her
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I cut their throats while they slept, I wept
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I peel back my skull for you
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Yes I do
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DEAD VENUS BLUE
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I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces
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I know the pale thing in the darkest of places
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Venus Blue
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| Acid Bath |
