And the empty streets and pavements of the town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves for charlatantry Mephisto you are born inside me again But will you speak my
you away, blead you, strip you) Eclipse you are (Play you, cut you away) (Spit up on my plate, push everything away from me) Eclipse you are, of your
Oh, but it's hard when you leave me on the shelf You say, I set a path for you to follow And I've already given in But I only meant for you to taste
last body drops Let the bullet be my guide The virtue of vice In my bloody paradise A portrait of gore, my .44 Magnum My .44 magnum opus Bodies are
Who the hell are you to tell me What to do, what to do, why bother? Leech in a mask of virtue Such waste, to ever think of you again Hey Judas, your
you? Mother tongue, today, I curse you Where's my voice Have I lost my virtue? How much more can I sacrifice for you? I could lose everything Surrendering
am L is for love, baby O is for only you that I do V is for loving virtually all that you are E is for loving almost everything you do R is for rape
love, baby O is for only you that I do V is for loving virtually everything that you are E is for loving almost everything that you do R is for rape
spin Because you're the one that finally let me in To my room In my room In my room a river runs along the wall above my bed In my room a mountain stands
take you far away you have to find a better way, you forgive every wrong of your mind illusions of your life I have to teach you everything, everytime these hands are
is illusion, illusion, illusion) You have done me no service no you have not helped me (all you did was confuse but not enlighten my mind) Therefore
you will see But never doubt You know the games I play and the words I say When I want my own way You know the lies I tell when you've gone through
cord Are we human or are we dancer? My sign is vital, my hands are cold And I'm on my knees looking for the answer Are we human or are we dancer? Pay
venting Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office Do you know what your post entails? Do you serve
but it's hard when you leave me on the shelf you say that I set a path for you to follow and I've already given in but I only meant for you to taste
Wittenberg And the empty streets and pavements of the town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves for charlatantry Mephisto you are born inside me again But will you speak my
in me... It's the Opheliac in me... Im your Opheliac My stalkings prove my virtue I'm open to attack But I don't want to hurt you (hurt you)
Who the hell are you to tell me What to do, why to do, why bother Leech in a mask of virtue Such waste, to ever think of you again Hey Judas, your
