Vices I Admire - The Wicked Sun | Текст песни

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Blessed be the artificial tear
To conjure up the dreary and dear
To invite the victim toward the chopping block
Where we'll feast upon his wings
Then speak of finer things

Oh, it seems, black hearts bleed melodies
Blow out the wicked sun
Kisses for everyone
Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me

She's an elegy that's sure to solve me soon
A dark comedy that's filling up the room
Shall we send her off to forage for the flock
Or shall we dance among the dead?
Prove that life and love are lies not long to live

Oh, it seems, black hearts bleed melodies
Blow out the wicked sun
Kisses for everyone
Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me
When you gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and burn the demon out of me

Everyone of you is loved
And everyone of you is lost
And everyone of you is dust
Again again again

Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me

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