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Taste My Feeling as I Shove Them Down Your Throat
Taste My Feeling as I Shove Them Down Your Throat Taste the feeling of razor lines Like knives clawing down our spines Machinery tearing down our will Murder with the coldest chill Eyes of coal Stealing my soul Here is the worlds smallest stage Screaming the shortest phrases For you to be all the rage So lets sing your hollow praises Hold the hand of black lace With blood smeared across your face Dance upon your own tombstone Though you won't be doing it alone With no heart inside Bathed in suicide I hope you taste the irony And choke upon it's grave. |
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