(The puritan filth, where ivy grows The poisoned tear, the thorn, the rose The sin, the pleasure, the sexual urge Is what I choose for my last dirge)
This is the day I'll die The scent of lust, my last goodbye Devotion and distress - love and tempting flesh
Thousands battles I have fought Like a falling Ceasar now I rot The night of the long knives - The weakness of our kind
A human messiah carrying the cross Still to this day they follow an icon - I can't believe it Do you believe in the afterlife? - I don't! An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison
Every day I'm lost and found Torn and beaten to the ground Like a poison tear that falls without a sound -crying poison tears Every time I fall again A paradox that has no end Like a vortex turning circles in the sand -crying poison tears
On Lost Occasion Avenue Satan's fisting his way through The false legion of the dead Puritanie filth they spread
A headless rider I wanna be To spew out all my anger The seven deadly sins and the animal within
A human messiah carrying the cross Still to this day they follow an icon - I can't believe it Do you believe in the afterlife? - I don't! An eyeball in the mouth of the snake is pouring poison
Every day I'm lost and found Torn and beaten to the ground Like a poison tear that falls without a sound -crying poison tears Every time I fall again A paradox that has no end Like a vortex turning circles in the sand -crying poison tears
Every day I'm lost and found Torn and beaten to the ground Like a poison tear that falls without a sound -crying poison tears Poison tears my eyes still cry Pouring venom till I die On that day you'll realize it's all a lie -crying poison tears
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