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Hellfire Tourist
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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Doggie´s blood allover my shirt
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Eternety perished down in the dirt
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Helplessness calling a voice on a wire
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Drinking the words of a thousand liars
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Burning the bridges in front of me
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Boiling the zones in that we could be
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Living through daylight like blood drops through love
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Digging the ground to check what´s above
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The land is drowning
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The sea is on fire
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Towns lie in ruins
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Hell´s my desire
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Bombs over Paradise
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Heaven in dust
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I´m the hellfire tourist
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And in fire I trust
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The smile I see is made just for me
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But the cry I die doesn´t let me see
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The beauty of coldness the taste of embrace
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The dieing member of an ancient race
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I can´t stand those faces on the highnoon bus
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Trapped in embraces no place left for us
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I penetrate myself doggie style
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And I do like the smell for just a while
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Sun is drowning
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The moon is on fire
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The earth lies in ruins
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Hell´s my desire
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Bombs over paradise
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Heaven in dust
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I´m the hellfire tourist
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And in fire I trust
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Hellfire Tourist
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| Another Tale |
