| Smoking,resting on its grave, The carcass rusting where it lies, No more truth,no honest games,The serpent whrites within us all, Lava streams of molten flesh, Into their mountain homes retire, Now sleeping eyes of death awake, Your drug of choice, truth or lie I BELIEVE, YOU AND ME, I BELIEVE,EVIL, I BELIEVE,YOU WILL SEE, IBELIEVE,EVIL What does not kill it, Makes it strong,The carcass stirs it will not die,It feeds on you,It feeds on me, I know his name.........you know mine too |
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