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| To You, Satan A breeding ground for what's sickening Psychosis that will never cease Even the children carry your disease I am sure your hate's thickening In your mind a disastrous plan was born Take our daughters and reduce them to whores Slaying our sons in cold wars Your beloved churches slam their doors In the faces crying for warmth His Kingdom comes and your will is done Your destruction will be quite fun The look on your face when that day comes? Jehovah knows. Machine-Gun Kisses They always said keep your enemies closer Always watching with one eye on you I hoped to catch you when you fall Beautiful brown eyes hold the truth in mind I know somehow it can come outside Inside you is a part of me You cannot run and hide Machine-gun kisses for my bride Her hand guides the enemy fire Her touch is my sickest desire I hide behind no blinds Will her feelings ever see the light? Pain of the knife for me Blood of the battle for her But who knew darkness could be so warm? I wish that healing would come to her Healing to the damage of an imbalanced burn My God, please search my heart and be sure In this right mind she would not be hurt I want a future with her. The Penetrating Beat Tear open this old hole inside my heart Join the clockwork and become a part Join the mesh of gears and figures Lock eyes with me and then we'll start Let all the pieces fall in place As our thoughts begin to race Soon we'll witness a brand new state Just make a record of this date And promise me you'll always stay |
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