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Evil in You
04:27
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There is evil in you
I can see it rise
There is evil in your
Every move
And it always makes me smile
For how many times
I have been interrogating
The evil in you
Has been operating
And I want it to grow
There will be no mercy for my soul
I see evil in you
I see evil in me
'Cause there is a devil picking daffodils
On a manic killing spree
There is evil in me
And when I count to three
It is blossoming to the wide open heights
And coming out of me
For how long will we walk before
The goodness cares to close the door?
And the crosses will rust
And the toturer will come in lust
I see a demon in you
I see a demon in me
'Cause there is a devil picking daffodils
On a manic killing spree
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2. |
Rogue
04:18
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I have walked on thin air
And closed my doors within
Tired of being dragged around
I want so much to sin
So tempt me into your night
Let the serpent say my name
Tell him to wait for me
When I walk out in the rain
Rogue
Seduce me to the darker side
And throw me in the holes
Well, Rogue, you're waking me again
And I can feel your strokes
Wake the sinner up
To get condemned by lost amounts
Of certain minded believers
On flat and troubled ground
Rogue
:||Shoot me down
Never stop
Ride me warm
Fuck me up||:
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3. |
Accuser
04:24
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4. |
Romeo Leaves
02:42
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You've felt lost
In the chambers
Of light
A good fight
Wont end this now
So think wrong
Or think twice
There will be flowers
Or warning signs
He will come up
Like a beggar in the mall
Charging his gun
And his grin
We will fall
As the bride weeps
Her tears on the wall
He is changing the groom
And the cake
And the hall
I will disagree
Just slightly
With her every single time
We will meet
I will fire
Up the grease on floor
So you'll slide
Down the aisle for me
She will come up
Like a thief in the bank
Masked and loaded
With an empty tank
Killing the father and the son
As a prank
Bursting the ghost and the book
And the stank
:||The groom
And the son
And the ghost
In the tank||:
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5. |
Road Runner
02:27
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I am a coyote
And you are my prey
I am on the hunt
There is nothing to say
In my craving for meat
I am reflecting myself
In the blackest mirrors
And you are the one to tell
Falling off cliffs
In an explosion of pain
Never going under
Never coming up again
Got hit by an anvil
In a trampoline act
Fell of a mountain
And got hit by a stack
Of rocks
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6. |
Plotlines
05:06
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If you see her in the street
Will you say those things from me:
That I would rather say her name
Than run into her again
I know I should believe the term
That there is also good in her
But it's hard to see the grace
When the devil is her face
We are written lines
In a play
Playing parts all night and day
We're in script we can't defend
Plotlines untied till the end
If you kiss her lips my friend
I will hunt you down to death
I will break your bodyparts
I will tear out and eat your heart
Put you in a plastic bag
Like a cat in a rotten sack
Drown you at the waterline
Just to to see her manic smile
We are written lines
In a play
Playing parts all night and day
Evil waves we can't pretend
Plotlines united in the end
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