They see me there
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Their eyes are everywhere
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Sniffing at the linen for the dirt
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I feel their burning stare
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That hate will later flare
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And writhe upon their women full of hurt
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Lace magic ink with venom, critics
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Milked from infant teeth
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Though scathing blows are so arthritic
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When they're set on slow repeat
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They know I care
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Smell storm clouds in the air
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Hissing at the bit above my heart
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But though I dare
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The dyed black route of splitting hairs
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I favour not to tempt the poisoned apple cart
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I feel two needles rising
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Snake eyes are hypnotising
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I know they seethe, despising
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All that we possess
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I feel two needles rising
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The truth is always blinding
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Their lies, unappetising
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Toxins to digest
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They breed nightmares
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Dark horses of despair
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Taking twisted courses in the art
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And were I there
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To bet my bones on grave affairs
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I'd have their guts for garters from the start
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I feel two needles rising
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Snake eyes are hypnotising
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I know they seethe, despising
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All that we possess
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I feel two needles rising
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The truth is always blinding
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Their lies, unappetising
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Toxins to digest
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It's not without hate to crawl flat in the filth
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As other less basilisks fly
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And brothers are clasped to the breasts of a sylph
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As their royal loves slither to die
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So shedding dead skin, working true colours loose
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Renewing the red in their eyes
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They coil like sin within thinning excuse
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Cold-blooded to sharpen the lies
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Uncivil serpents, race deceivers
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Disfigureheads varnished with fevers
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Snake-house creepers in our dreams
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Of Eden, flee before we mean
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To throw the worms out with the waters
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Rife with hated spawn
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And set a sword to whirl and slaughter
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All vipers at the gates of dawn
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The Snake-Eyed And The Venomous
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Cradle Of Filth |