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Lord of the Lost - Confession (Live At Christuskirche) - Full Metal Bawl (The True Story About Her Death) (Live At Christuskirche)
Confession (Live At Christuskirche)
01. Raining Stars (Live At Christuskirche)
02. Wander In Sable (Live At Christuskirche)
03. Dry The Rain (Live At Christuskirche)
04. The Devil You Know (Live At Christuskirche)
05. The Love Of God (Live At Christuskirche)
06. Ribcages (Live At Christuskirche)
07. The Sands Of Time (Live At Christuskirche)
08. Six Feet Underground (Live At Christuskirche)
09. Beyond Beautiful (Live At Christuskirche)
10. Waiting For You To Die (Live At Christuskirche)
11. Fall Asleep (Live At Christuskirche)
12. Drag Me To Hell (Live At Christuskirche)
13. Prison (Live At Christuskirche)
14. See You Soon (Live At Christuskirche)
15. Full Metal Bawl (The True Story About Her Death) (Live At Christuskirche)
16. Fists Up In The Air (Live At Christuskirche)
17. My Better Me (Live At Christuskirche)
18. Annabel Lee (Live At Christuskirche)
19. The Broken Ones (Live At Christuskirche)
20. Credo (Live At Christuskirche)
21. Lost In A Heartbeat (Live At Christuskirche)
22. Lighthouse (Live At Christuskirche)
Declaring war, you I deplore
You're scum in tights, sex is a chore

Well, I've been waiting
For you to die for too long
It's time to take
Your fate in my rabid hands
Lustless, my heart is cold
Orgasms faked, no libido

Maybe Satan sent me
Or evil's just my thing
The devil is inside you
I'm tearing from within

Declaring war, you I deplore
You're scum in tights, sex is a chore

Cadaverous, each room's an ocean of blood
As you fade from life
Strychnine seems medicinal
I have obscene dreams
A poisoned mind, no control
The future looms, I am your doom

Baby, feel me slit this
Joining up the holes
There'll be no need for stitches
As the death knell tolls

Declaring war, you I deplore
You're scum in tights, sex is a chore

The first cut is sweetest of all
The thrilling sight of your downfall
Your torture is my perfect porn
Your wretched end, I will not mourn

Don't think it's all a metaphor
The reddened knife cuts through the core
Walk through the door, marked 'Nevermore'
Full metal bawl
The blackest light, the purest storm
Full metal bawl