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Walk on fire to meet your maker 

These terrible lies seek out your taker 

Destroy it's heart, slowly beating for stranger things all misleading 

And when the rhythms fold 

And time's no longer king 

I'd live inside the pendulum of your broken clock

And when I'm ready to fall 

And take all hell with me 

I'd live inside hotel-rooms of your empty eye(s)

Stand paralyzed what time is feeding 

Stupid of wise there's no real meaning 

Gathered by will or fucking glory

And I feel nameless 

When the cars collide with wind 

And I can't see out the windows anymore 

And I cannot feel what I once adored 

And hits the rain again 

And time strikes out again 

And I cannot not feel this anymore 

I cannot feel this anymore, no more

Breathe real heavy into tin 

Metals wrap around like warmth 

And I saw on the summer night 

Was just another life pass me by 

In the bones it is naked, and the future's getting wet
When the hands impress the master
You can feel it in his sweat

Hey! Pain! 
There is no whispering it

Hit the ground, feel it louder, licking love up of the floor 
Once a king, now a stranger
What's your price to be adored?

Hey! Pain! 
There is no whispering it

I hold your hand
Dance with your dead
You help me breathe
I shake and sing GLORIA
 
Dance with your dead

And he groans with his moans through his needs as a queer

And he wails in his dreams when he cries as a queer  

I want more. I want more, more than this Give me more  

And he loves when he cums inside them as a queer

When he talks he bites his nails to hides his hands as a queer  

I want more. I want more, more than this Give me more  

Oh how could they love you like I do, I do yeah

As if in a dream, he stole from my heart and then my soul 
In such a charming way, I'd beg to fit the mold
Fed the dead, and plucked the feathers to be sold 
Blinded by mercy strings, & sold blood for go 

Yeah we sold our blood for gold

I beg forgiveness, yet a heathen gets no grace 
I drift among sea's that sow forsaken waste
I shot a bullet that has traveled backwards home
Oh, my lovely pilgrim, I trade my soul for stone 
Yeah we trade our soul for stone