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Vertigine (
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Is this life this degradation, this pointless game, humiliation? Born to die, we're born to lose and not one choice we make we choose. And when this life is at an end we find that Death's our only friend. Must we suffer through your games, oh Lord? Can God really be so bored? We spend our lives destroying, hating, while beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting. Blind to beauty blind to love, we fear of our loving Lord above. Some live their lives to play their games, some live as victims, the insane. Your experiment oh Lord has failed and I trust that when we meet you will forgive us. It's futile so I'll end this note and find a knife and slit my throat, and come to track you down, oh Lord, you better watch your back, be sure that when we meet you'll be surprised no loving praise, no glee filled cries. Just pain and hate and tear filled sighs and the question in the end is "Why?"
Harder, faster, deeper, God fuck you!
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CARRY ON... SCREAMING |
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Vertigine (---LAM---)
I've knelt at your alter. I've cut out my heart. I've lived in your Ruins. My pain is your art. My wrists are bound tight so as not to bleed, my eyes were so dark so as not to see. The memories of the past are fading like a bad dream. I've never been so alone than with you, I've never been scared to dream until now, I can't close my eyes, I'll carry on, screaming. Your words are like ice, they melt in the heat, the cold and the pain, which you seem to breed, have become what you are and left your ruins empty.
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Where good girls go to die |
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Vertigine (---LAM---)
Step into this picture, release all your light, I think God has gone mad here tonight. You can't believe your eyes, control is so hard to keep, obsession can be hell from which you'll never be free. It's all for the taking, here tonight. Where good girls go to die that's where I'll be. Waiting for my love with my heart on my sleeve. Forget about the future, forget about the past. My heart beats so, my hands are cold, please God make this moment last. You seek to fill me with virtues I lack, I'll turn your pure white wings to pure black. You've pushed too far and now you've lost control can't you see. You thought you were the master but you're down on your knees. It's all for the taking, here tonight. Where good girls go to die that's where I'll be. Remembering our love as if it were a disease. Forget about the future, it wasn't meant to last. My heart beats slow my hands are cold. Oh God it's the end at last.
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