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Invasia
03:02
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These scars litter my body and stories follow close
I've never been one for the safety of a perfect home
But now I'm growing older, and life's not waiting up
I know that one day soon, I'll fall while trying to catch up
So leave me in the dust
And watch me start to rust
Cuz I'm not giving up this fight called life and if you wonder why
Just tell yourself I wasn't ready at all
For anything I could've been
Other than a life-long friend
Keep faith, keep trust
We've been through Hell and they can't stop us
If you've believed in me before tonight
Believe in me now
Because I am fury incarnate, and I don't think you fully understand
What I've seen and what I have been through
All your phases, plastic faces, don't mean shit to me
I know who you are
And everything you could've been
Right there with me til the end
I'll pick you up
One more night spent looking up from the ground
And all I want is you
All I want is invasia
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Switchblade
02:34
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I'm at my wits fucking end and I'm falling apart
I shuffle blindly through timely crowds, venues, and bars
A face amidst thousands, still searching the skies
The whole world looks upward, my eyes aimed at lines
And cracks in the sidewalk with grass pushing through
Where cigarette butts paint an alternate view
This sidewalk that you take for granted, unswept
I cast my gaze skyward and take my next step
Your fury is nothing but tame
I hold a feeling unnamed
And you can't fuck with us
And I would take hold of what reigns may
Float in the breeze of this summer day
I'd tug and yank in every way I can
And once in motion, I realize I stand
Alone and triumphantly
And ever so violently
I'd pull the reigns into good man's dearth
And crash the sun into the Earth
I hold a feeling unnamed
Your fury's a fake
So what have you got in store for me
Cuz I'm unstoppable with my switchblade
I hold a feeling unnamed
Your fury is nothing but tame
Your masquerade's crumbling down
You don't scare anyone
Cuz I hold dear what you despise
So look me in my fucking eyes
As my switchblade strikes
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Fangs
02:56
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Virgin Blood
01:14
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Virgin blood upon my dick
Razorblades and candlesticks
Crack the bone, behold the sin
Let me in, let me in
One more victim
Three more slits in
Hail Satan
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