It’s immoral to have one eye
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In the kingdom of the blind
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Yet I believe that all in this world
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Is the manifestation of God
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I grow rusty nails in my wounds
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I bathe them with my urine
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They will blossom with blood
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But they will never fructify
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I breed this noble wine
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On black soil Ge-Hinnom
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What a lovely place to die
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Home sweet home
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I bake my bitter bread
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In this crematory oven
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I use human ashes as flour
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And so big the dough grows
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I know where I belong
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And I know where to go
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I’ve seen that episode on TV
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I’ve seen it twice
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I put the barrel in my mouth
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That brings back peace of mind
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It’s so much fun to play Russian roulette
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With a fully loaded gun
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This is the point when it starts
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This is the point when it ends
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I own all maps of human weakness
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I have all keys to depravation
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Call me by my countless names
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Emptiness, confusion, despair
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Satan tempting himself
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The serpent swallowing its tail
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Call me perfect, call me nine
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Sins don’t leave scars
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Call me hell
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Missa Solemnis
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| Lux Occulta |
