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Red are the lips with a tongue so sharp
Kiss her mouth and cut out her heart
I can feel the heat from the sun, I scorn
The sicken of the calm who know the storm
Suffer, lover
Death is the veil which those who live call life
They sleep and it's lifted
God is a girl with a butcher knife
A butcher knife
Black is the hair with the skin so white
Drown her sins in the pale moonlight
I can feel the earth bleed beneath my feet
The strength of the dirt where the flesh is weak
Suffer, lover
Death is the veil which those who live call life
They sleep and it's lifted
God is a girl with a butcher knife
Music, when harsh voices die
Vibrates in the memory
And so will thoughts when thou art is gone
My words shall live on
Death is the veil which those who live call life
They sleep and it's lifted
God is a girl with a butcher knife
The mistress of the verbal hand grenade be my muse
The good book speaks to those who seek the truth
But where's the proof?
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
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