Delirium Tremens
Between Skies
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Oh sons of nothing
Join the circle, unholy prayer
Time to gather round
Den of worship, hopelessness is found
Sacred nectar, fills our goblets
The ritual begins
Blinding madness, deranged passions
Accept our twisted sins
Oh oh oh
Fuel my hate!
Oh oh oh
Defecate! Desecrate!
Soul defiled, it's futile
Shaken to the core
Lowest of the low
A junkie limbo
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Craving more and more
Sweet delusions, no conclusions
Impending despair
Craving agony, a travesty
Last call drawing near
Oh oh oh
Fuel my hate!
Oh oh oh
Defecate! Desecrate!
Oh oh oh
Fuel my hate!
Oh oh oh
Defecate! Desecrate!
Oh oh oh
Fuel my hate!
Oh oh oh
Defecate! Desecrate!
Oh oh oh
Fuel my hate!
Oh oh oh
Defecate! Desecrate!
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