Sinful woman with me cause I'm the wolf on your shoulder
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but complain not to me, cause I'm the accuser
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If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed
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you shall walk among us the subterranean fields
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Why don't you come with me
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and dance the snakepit dance
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rhythmic moves to the eerie bell, the boiling blood
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evils breath on your neck, the morbid rite
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I'm tied in bronze chains
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(so) where do all the flowers come from (in October 1997)
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I am tired, should I care anymore?
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The rusty claws who reach for me are too far away
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sense no anger for that, be at one
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The sleaze on the Wall is all gone (anyway)
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it's just flowers, flowers
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Come, come let's join the orgy
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decay and wine, sodomy all the way
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no rest for the holly
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forbidden fruit is always best
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drift'n filth tastes so good
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I see the cross of Peter overwhelming their coward countenance
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Oh you're so damned clean, now take my dirty whore, hellfire is inside her
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contaminate the clean, woman. Let him feel you're woman
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It's the only way to release the chains
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My candle is burning at both ends, I just want to be released before I go
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It's a harsh voyage, to the land of sin
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I had to make sure to bring'em down with me
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I am the lost of my kind I'm tied in bronze chains
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Tied In Bronze Chains
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Satyricon |