Dope Sick Love

Hangman's Chair

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    Over the troubles
    Still bleeding on your tomb
    Still lying, betraying but living
    One more night without
    Stuck in a corner of her head
    As if she could never be safe
    Pale, the skin of our corpses fades to grey
    On the concrete we lay

    The back of her neck still sweating cold
    Over the troubles she roam, alone
    Tasting the bitter kisses of hell
    Deception, we failed

    Don’t need this razor anymore
    Cut me! She left enough to a whore
    Maybe she could never be saved
    Her sins on a bed of regrets
    I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it

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    Long is the night if you play with the angel's dust
    Slow like your tongue when you possessed by demon's lust
    She could not remember the Sun light
    We 're all creatures at midnight
    God is a pervert ‘cause he watches us do
    And the fallen lead is through
    Grave's flowers bloom and her soul is gone
    32 years drowned into the fog

    The back of her neck still sweating cold
    Over the troubles she roam, alone
    Tasting the bitter liquid of hell
    Frustration, we failed

    Don’t need this razor anymore
    Cut me! She left enough to a whore
    Maybe she could never be saved
    Her sins on a bed of regrets
    I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it

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