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Frightened eyes seem to despise me
With your back turned to the wall
Your warm lips tantalize me
Won't you become one of us
Live with the dead
Little boy come follow me home
Live with the dead
Little boy come follow me home
Mark of the beast on my rotting skull
Is in your glassy eyes
Let's eliminate the chosen few
I'm on my knees and you're on the altar
Live with the dead
Little boy come follow me home
Live with the dead
Little boy come follow me home
Live with the dead
Little boy come follow me home
Live with the dead
Little boy come follow me home
Frightened eyes seem to despise me
With your back turned to the wall
Your warm lips tantalize me
Won't you become one of us
Live with the dead
Little boy come follow me home
Live with the dead
Little boy come follow me home
In my eyes, in my head
In disguise, in my bed
In my eyes, in my head
In disguise, in my cold bed
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