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With your hungry glare
Behind the webs where you cast your spells
The things that you say, they drive me insane
The book will not burn
The book will not burn
How I see you crave his porcelain
Ever so much all some more
Supple flesh where dreams pursue
Empty souls they surround me
Haunted faces, worn out places
Calling me home, calling me home
How your eyes have adorned such sadness now
I'm never coming home, coming home
This shall be a finely flippant funeral
The wolf salutes me
Haunted thought, emptiness
Holds me from sleep
Acrid fumes are rising over me, let go
Floating down the crimson ravine
So let darkness take me in
Burning flesh will sting my nose
As misery finally streams
A thousand unsung screams inside
But no tears are left to hide
I'm losing my mind
Empty souls they surround me
Haunted faces, worn out places
Calling me home, calling me home
How your eyes have adorned such sadness now
I'm never coming home, coming home
I'm so at my best baby
When my teeth are sharp as shit
We could hang together
Kicking each other's chairs away
Choking 'til no air is left
How I see you crave his porcelain
Ever so much all some more
Supple flesh where dreams pursue
I'm only half alive
But I've seen plenty of things
That have scared and destroyed my eyes
I've been dying to find out
All the reasons that I left all my sanity behind
I've been trying to wash blood off my hands
But they're still soaked in the innocence of you
There's a stench of filth left in here
There's a stench of pain
We've been turning the other cheek for too long
A life of sin that's brought old habits home
But we're still only half alive
Behind the webs where you cast your spells
The things that you say, they drive me insane
The book will not burn
The book will not burn
How I see you crave his porcelain
Ever so much all some more
Supple flesh where dreams pursue
Empty souls they surround me
Haunted faces, worn out places
Calling me home, calling me home
How your eyes have adorned such sadness now
I'm never coming home, coming home
This shall be a finely flippant funeral
The wolf salutes me
Haunted thought, emptiness
Holds me from sleep
Acrid fumes are rising over me, let go
Floating down the crimson ravine
So let darkness take me in
Burning flesh will sting my nose
As misery finally streams
A thousand unsung screams inside
But no tears are left to hide
I'm losing my mind
Empty souls they surround me
Haunted faces, worn out places
Calling me home, calling me home
How your eyes have adorned such sadness now
I'm never coming home, coming home
I'm so at my best baby
When my teeth are sharp as shit
We could hang together
Kicking each other's chairs away
Choking 'til no air is left
How I see you crave his porcelain
Ever so much all some more
Supple flesh where dreams pursue
I'm only half alive
But I've seen plenty of things
That have scared and destroyed my eyes
I've been dying to find out
All the reasons that I left all my sanity behind
I've been trying to wash blood off my hands
But they're still soaked in the innocence of you
There's a stench of filth left in here
There's a stench of pain
We've been turning the other cheek for too long
A life of sin that's brought old habits home
But we're still only half alive
Lyrics submitted by Haunted Devil
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