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The Skeletons( Skeletons )
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Brainsick
Tripping at the madhouse gates A sickly land of razorblades Foaming at the mouths; we rant and rave Tumbling through wormholes; spinning through dark space
We begin to come down faster Faces pallid and caked in blood We spatter spite into the Sun's light A dying star to mock this world
In the darkness - quivering I can hear your soul screaming out from underneath your skin Tangled in dead trees - Dripping with dawn A Blood Red Sun presiding over what we have done Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Fucking like savages; rabid for flesh In this cemetery where the graves are never left to rest Glistening and wet - we could be reborn But, baby, I'd be lying if I told you that I wasn't dead bored
Lucid Transient Shot-up - dropped out - Brainsick Cold Dead Fucked up in the head
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