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Revolting Cocks

She sits alone, waiting for sugestions. He so nervous, avoiding all the questions. His lips are dry, her heart's gently pounding Don't ya just know

Temper frayed and sanctified Delivered up in flames No eyes, no grace, no motion No mention of the game The sweetest flower in the valley The sickest

I'm crawling in my head with the walking dead I've got a cold sweat on my skin I'm fighting back the demons in a waking dream Where my weakness will become

I'm a killing machine I'm a killing machine I'm a killing machine I'm a killing machine I'm a killing machine I'm a killing machine I'm a killing machine

Wet hands admitted and Through dead nails all splitting sand Underneath it's strychnine Winds that change are never seen Beasts that back to the wall