Mother of mysteries - lesbian dance Callous and cold without scent Sister of solitude - damsel of death Perverted by deep discontent Bitch Witch Widow
Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal And you never had a chance Love it, or leave it, you can't understand A pretty face, but you do so carry
of all I've said and done All the fights I thought I won Another scar for the chosen son The ungodly one How can I Purge this venom from my veins? Your
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below As you focus the pain on weakness Time to surrender Rip the last bit of hope Time to lay down Joy is not to be found Your venom still runs
I wanna show all of my haters love, this song's for you If you acted like me, and I was in your shoes I'd probably hate on me, too See when you gettin
to bend The Don of a ? blinds the minds of most men Comedy from the quarantine, praying for the end You can tell by the stench that the venom's setting
in crime They watch my back at the drop of a dime.. when we climb And work and work hard and struggle to stay alive And strive, the venoms, the five -
Hey my name is not you're business to know when I call you I'm not silenced people have a way of messing with minds it's a venom of violence hit me
In a dream or a nightmare When love gives way to hate The quest begins For the keys to the seven gates Ride the wings of a locust See the wizard cast
Don't let it be said you'd be better off dead Words will get mixed up inside of your head When you're playing the game can't remember your name You know
whooo - what's going down dudes let me guess - that's right - groovy whooo what the fucking hell is all this fucking shit get out of here - you fucking
You have got everything I need You can bring my soul out of me I'll pay your wicked price, deliver your merchandise Gypsy, you'll drive me a dream Acid
Whoo - What's goin on dudes - Let me guess - that's right - groovy - Whooo "What the fuckin hell is all this fuckin shit?" "Get out of here you fuckin
Homicidal maniac - No shadow - No name Ultimate hunter - Playing ultimate game Patience awaiting prey - No conscience for his deeds Deals another deathblow
web Without a sound The fantasy begins Come into the parlour said the spider to the fly Not really knowing that the end is drawing nigh Making love in ecstacy,the venom
The dark silouette of the creature poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and
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