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River of blood Of bodies, you flood You catch my soul Ride to hell I'll pay the toll But of me, you'll sell Mr.
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River of blood Of bodies, you flood You catch my soul Ride to hell I'll pay the toll But of me, you'll sell Mr.
It will be known as 'Black Wednesday', the first Wednesday of June. It will always live in the memory, and I fear it comes too soon. I cannot tell you why it will, be such a tragic day.
[Inspired by @bryanrobertheap and @aleishagayle20] Purple fire will melt my feet, I'll wander over to the Lord to meet, I will kneel in eternal flames, Unheard words will voice my appeal, Skin will...
The hell of screams. Hall of dreams. From breaths of life. Not of the shackles. I await the carnality. Lust and desire. The king reigns and laughs. The devil resides. He burns. To touch in embrace.
Live on with your gold and riches,. Inside I know you're all stitches,. Live on with that fake smile,. I laugh it'll be gone in a while,. Live on speaking those kind words,.
You kiss my lips, Razor sharp, Slash me open Pain vivid, stark. You bring me flowers Of poison ivy, Another gift You use to buy me. I give you nightshade In your tea, A little present Just from me.
Now milk tasted bitter, far more sweeter was the blood. And he thought it was a Shitter, co's he thought of all, that Milk was good. Never mind, he thought to himself. I'm off out tomorrow night.
Old man gunderbill. Standing by his windowsill. Staring out and down the streets. Wondering who he's going to kill. Old man gunderbill. Finds himself some prey. He finds his knife and gun.
She had my mind and I was giving her my heart, Little did I know of her design for my soul, When I saw her again she was clawing at my skin, The lines of age show where she has hold.
Norman Bates, Leatherface Even old Jame Gumb, They're shoddy imitations I'm the original one. Snatch your body, snatch your life, Then frame you on my wall.
Like a Norwegian black widow Come into my home Eat that up, gulp that down Now that we're alone. I only want the finer things Is that too much to ask.
Well don't you look good enough to eat. Don't worry, for now I'll just take a peek, Then when I take you, though you scream You'll believe it all a chloroform dream.
Rub-dub-dub Just you in the tub. You liked a bath madam It relaxed you of an evening and While I slaved away In your luxury you stayed.
Eat that up my darling You know it's good for you. Eat that up my darling (You silly old fool) Come on just another bite It really does taste good, You like my cooking don't you.
Oh dance; oh dance, in the dark abyss. Dance with the devil that clenches its fists. A vice Waltz with the reflection within, dance with the demon that bathes one in sin.
I bow my head in patience, fear, At my mistress' feet Information now imparted About their little meet.
When the sun sets, the heat dies, The moon uncovers all your lies. A mangled corpse stuffed with untruths, You told when we were just youths.
There is a white butterfly... On this bullet of bone. Shot from a gun, it's owner sits on a throne. The fate of this man is one that's sown. Bone seeds planted in a death garden.
To kiss the black. of your eyes. to behold. your thorn crown. To bow in dreams. your skin shadow. blood jewels. kings of dreams. Splendid colours. fashioning pain. rivers shifting. in a magic night.
You know, when he enters the room, now there's going to a brawl. Death on two wheels, under the dead moon. You creep in fear, when he makes you crawl. He is the ace of spades, the one everyone hates.
I heard. That that the witch was dead. But that evil bitch is still in my head. I try to be an honest man But I've got blood on both my hands. I can't run and I can't hide.
The queen of hearts she stole their hearts each and every day. When she was hungry she stole the hearts and ate them clean away.
The queen of hearts. Lady in red. Shrapnel laying dead. the deck her game bed. bleeding red on the face of her card. The queen of hearts she steals their hearts. bleeding eyes like poison darts.
Cards in welcome, jingle jangle jing While prance about the midsummer street, a jing ajing a jing. Tis not for pleasure of mine I sing, Play more work less, jingle jangle jing.