"Cult of Mary" as written by and Laurent Benjamin Barnard Wade Gordon Macneil....
Welcome to violence, the world and the act.
An invitation to ruin, flowers of youth under attack.
What doesn't destroy can create as well.
Thriving gangs, the smell of female, faster, faster, kill! Kill!

Dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion,
We'll find heaven in worn out beds
And we're dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion,
We'll find heaven in worn out beds.

Like all the mystics that came before,
You see the windows in the prison house.
Fireworks of despair, echoes all around you.
Daughter of the sun, behind the veil color abstract.
Slaves to each other our will undone.

Dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion,
We'll find heaven in worn out beds
And we're dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion,
We'll find heaven in worn out beds.

Cult of Mary, crucified Christ.
Pagan blood for the religious reich.
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ.
Pagan blood for the religious reich.
She shed. Shed her skin in waves of nothingness.
She shed. Shed her skin in waves of nothingness.
She shed. Shed her skin in waves of nothingness.
She shed. Shed her skin in waves of nothingness.
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ.
Pagan blood for the religious reich.
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ.
Pagan blood for the religious reich.


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"Cult of Mary" as written by Lee Phillip Barratt Laurent Benjamin Barnard

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