Marilyn Manson - [The Golden Age Of Grotesque] - 10. | Текст песни

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• [The Golden Age Of Grotesque] - 10.

The beauty spotwas borrowed
Now my sweet love rusts tomorrow
On my confession that is waiting to be heard

Run your empty rain down on me
Whisper your death beats so softly
Bend your knees,the altar of my ego

You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins

All my lilies' mouths are open, like to begging for dope andhoping
But their pedal gently can kick, you won't be back

All the timing that is sorrow of all the faces I've acquired
We secure the shadow here, the sun fills face

You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins

And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die

You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins

You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins

And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die

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