Chanting in the darkness for just one taste.
Screaming bloody mary until my mirror breaks.
of the disease riding on your lips.
Lay reason to waste.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Breaking into you.
Is like waking, waking the dead.
Burning inside you.
Is like waking, waking the dead.
Burning inside you.
As you bury, bury your dead.
I lost it all of what shed.
I lost it all to that flicker of pearly white.
Those nails did lay rest another chaste and serpentine(lunar) sacrifice on the eighth or ninth.
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