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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 10:35 pm
She brought you straight to the ******** floor
A temptress with a body of gold a succubus with a heart of coal the path to the bed is a path to the dead lying among her collection of souls
With a touch of her hands your blood runs cold With the look in her eyes your body is sold As the nights blackness deepens There is no escaping the sheets violent hold
Sleep, suffer, dreams to plague you Wake, panic, withdraws to take you
An addict uses a rusty needle, just to get his fix A baby cries in its broken cradle, because no one knows its sick The Pope's sins forgiven, the common man burns Her facade is a lesson well spent and hard earned
A paper trail to the rabbits hole You'll never return from the darkness below Lies from her lips like poison arrows Tethered to her arms, a puppet for show Life by and by, a wasted attempt A wasteland embodied in red bloodstained snow A prayer for salvation with vehement contempt
Sleep, suffer, fall away Wake, Panic, feel ashamed Blank, screaming, grab your gun Pull, the trigger, burn her away
Straight to the ******** floor
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