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| .:They Claim:. |
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| Toast to the wine which came from their blood, Toast to the dead which sink in the mud. My body is tempting for others to touch, They claim my eyes hold a little too much. My prey, they claim, were innocent and such... I just claim they knew too much. Toast to the wine which came from my blood, Toast to the sinners who sink with a thud. My body shall lure him before midnight tonight, They claim my lips can tremble with delight. My prey, they claim, see me as their last sight... I just claim they are blinded by fright. Toast to the wine which I mixed from our blood, Toast to myself for letting them sink into my flood. My body has fooled them once before, They claim my ways are that of a whore. My prey, they claim, were as fierce as a boar, I just claim they were wrong as they hit the floor. Toast to the wine that I can taste in their blood, Toast to myself, buried in the mud. My body is carried from my house to the car, He called in the police before I could get very far. My prey, they claim, drugged me at the bar, I just claim he's smarter than they are. Toast to the wine which came from their blood, Toast to the dead which sink in the mud. My body is rotting away in my cell, They claim my actions bring fire and hell. My prey, they claimed, I hid well... I just claim my secrets are kept where my body fell. |
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