Tonalité : Eb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Tongues planted in the
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cheeks of toothy Totenkopfgrins,
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sowed parallel to canines
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whistling to birth a nation.
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It's one solution,
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I guess.
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Oh, absolution is the only reward
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you'll confess,
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paid as lent to yr guardian nothing.
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Written checks just to say
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you're well spent.
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Outlined in chalk, your numbers and ratios.
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Only zeros and ones in the end.
Verse 2
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I wanna soil yr blood.
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To uncrete altars, teeth nash on.
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What joy in torches snuffed?
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Heads figured fallen preach that on.
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I'd wanna soil yr blood,
But what's been said
won't crease that arm.
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If you say that nothing's lost,
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why feign departial, crypt that tongue?
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Interlude 1
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Verse 3
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Discharging like a seed
whose yield is its own famine.
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Thin veils of (ivory irony)
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Drape loose from olive branches
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A sexless matrimony of
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impact and in tent
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Arm's
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length just out of reach,
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Bluffing on folded hands.
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When poker faces recoil,
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Who's playing the next hand?
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It's a
Verse 4
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roundtable set to go- merry.
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Vanilla abstracts frame the scene.
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A seasonless feast for the tasteless.
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Pearly whites rot from too many sweets.
Verse 5
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I wanna soil yr blood.
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To uncrete altars, teeth nash on.
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What joy in torches snuffed?
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Heads figured fallen preach that on.
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I'd wanna soil yr blood,
But what's been said won't
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crease that arm.
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C#m
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If you say that noth ing's lost,
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why feign departial, crypt
that tongue?
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Verse 6
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Oh, the casualty of casualties.
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Oh, the casualties of casualty.
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Oh, the casualty of casualties
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for some cheap crypto- Valhal
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la for hellhounds.
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Heresy
Verse 7
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to yr fabricated savior,
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Tryna sell me you know
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what's divine.
Broken down to pills
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like you've swallowed,
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Just 14 words at a time.
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Must secure to your dimly- lit
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smokescreens
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Where the downtrodden
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play as untread.
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Deny the tide, it doesn't matter.
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Stay left in its wake come the
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time you see the skin shed.
Verse 8
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I wanna soil yr blood.
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To uncrete altars, teeth nash on.
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Bm
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What joy in torches snuffed?
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Heads figured fallen preach that on.
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I'd wanna soil yr blood,
But what's been said
won't crease that arm.
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If you say that nothing's lost,
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why feign departial, crypt
Outro 1
that tongue?
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