As lonely as a note on the walls of Jericho Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I have loathed in knowing that A man without a soul Is nothing but a still canopic jar I proved it improved it Drove a sonnet Right through it And in this state of bliss Evil keeps me wet lips Pen-felt fingertips Waged through me Far through me Inhuman monotamy usually pissed but with words of some hurt worse i threw a party that extended god's list exciting new flames and my fame were claimed for me recited by the almanac of tragedies They call me bad Like caliber we manage danger rush to Know a passing fad Tell me not to budge Insessively candled? Grown wild This child All Humans Defiled thou stealers and meagers Lady liberty and the sisters between her Whatever lies a price with lovers dawn We've Opened up hell its mine bring on your mind They call me bad Like caliber we manage danger rush to To know a passing fad Tell me not to budge Common I'm Desprite for a kiss now Grown colder my shoulder Like a boulder beside her And brought her Not quite so right I seem to come out inside her They're all done We're all done Babies breath hold a passionate sigh But all i haven't sold I've locked and crowed If I'm married to the family I'd still be married to spite theive greive for foreign maps i still play vampire aristocrat unloaded loaded my gun in hot promiscuous laps then shooting swans in a gondala i tripped my foot on a fallen star there is nothing like a mouthful of venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! [Villie] The patron saint of heartache you Cant see my world is falling The world is falling down The patron saint of heartache Can't see the world is falling my world is falling down [Dani and Villie] Everafter can you hear my laughter The patron saint of heartache They have a class to better bring disaster The Patron saint of heartache They call me bad Like caliber we manage danger rush to To know a passing fad twentyhundrend obsesivly candle They call me bad Like caliber we manage danger rush to To know a passing fad Whatever part i tear him to You better hope it fucking says so On my grave
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