Mаrilуn Mаnsоn - Odds of Even | Текст песни

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Stood in the face of grim death
Screaming "Monsters, bring me to deafness!"
My dagger and swagger are useless
In the face of the mirror when the mirror is made of my face

This is the House of Death
Even Angels die in the arms of demons
This is the House of Death
Even angels die in the arms of Demons

Hide your heart in your gut, but for what?
When they're waiting to pull you apart
Like a scarecrow on death row
So now all of your secrets are shown

This is the House of Death
Even Angels die in the arms of demons
This is the House of Death
Even angels die in the arms of Demons

This is the House of Death
Even angels die in the arms of demons

No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even
No one is exempt from the odds of even

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