1. |
Let Me See Your Sin
04:45
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I’ve been looking for a girl like you
To wear my collar
I’ve been looking for a girl that will
Give it all
Let me see your sin
I been looking for a love like yours
Holy emotion
Hit me with your blue jean eyes
Full of devotion
Let me see your sins
I kiss your shame and make it better
All your sins
I kiss your shame and make it better
All your sins
Let me see your sins
I can feel you burn to please
Every hour
The time passing on your knees
As I devour
All your sins
In the moonlight, I count them
Like rosaries
And I can’t live without them
I wanna praise them
In a rapture of our sins
You kiss my shame and make it better
You kiss my shame and make it better
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2. |
Butch Dyke
04:34
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Oh, built like a rock
8 ball king
They call her sure shot
oh, she looks so mean
Fresh fade cuts
Like a blade so clean
Some
Call her sir
excuse me m’am
cuz
They ain’t sure
Oh
Broad like a bear
Men can feel her
Cold hard stare
Butch dyke eyes like a threat
Butch dyke sucking on a cigarette
Butch dyke in her blue wash jeans
Butch dyke leather boots on the street
They say
She knows how to fight
Ball her fists
On a Friday night
Lovers say
She always packs
When she comes to the bar
In her leather chaps
Rough hands
Lined with the past
Weathered palms
From riding fast
Young dykes
They all wanna be her
And most men
Men they fear her
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3. |
The Summoning
04:40
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Come
The moon is calling
Shed
Your clothes, your name
Bring your
Your animal
Claws, hair, and fang
Oh oh surrender
Oh oh surrender
To the summoning
To the summoning
Come
The woods are howling
Shatter
The idol, the screen
Burn
Your money at sunset
Here
The wild is free
Oh oh surrender
Oh oh surrender
To The summoning
To the summoning
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4. |
Spit
04:30
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Our love is written
My lust is ancient
In leather shadows
Your mouth is patient
So girl
Take my love in spit
Girl
Take my love in spit
My velvet reverie
Sweet girl she comes to me
She’s in a trance again when we
Do the dark dance again
So girl
Take my love in spit
Girl
Take my love in spit
She’s in a trance again when we
Do the dark dance again
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5. |
Demonic Possession
04:07
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She’s my blue eyed baby
She decorates my desire
And in the dead of the winter
She my little hellfire
She wears my love around her neck
Oh the rhythm of ritual
I can feel it
The rhythm of ritual
Right now
It feels like demonic possession
Right now
It feels like demonic possession
I’d give my soul for you girl
I’d give my blood for you
My lust for you girl
It feels like Demonic Possession
Our love is a summoning
She calls the devil out of me
Heat opens her eyes
Like a skeleton key
She wear my love around her neck
Oh the rhythm of ritual
I can feel it
The rhythm of ritual
Right now
It feels like demonic possession
Right now
It feels like demonic possession
I’d give my soul for you girl
I’d give my blood for you
My lust for you girl
It Feels like Demonic Possession
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6. |
Gatekeeper
05:50
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I was crawling
Without the knowledge
The Gatekeeper
Houses
In his dark and
Ivory tower
The gatekeeper
Holds power
Our pills
Like guns
Stockpiles our
medicines
I was crawling
Dirty knees
The Gatekeeper
Shakes his keys
He is the Gatekeeper
She is the Gatekeeper
I can feel the gaze
Center of the maze
A pupil
Search for days
Never find a way
It’s futile
Evaluate
Eyes like a one way mirror
The Gatekeepers
Closer
Than they appear
He is the Gatekeeper
She is the Gatekeeper
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7. |
Circle of Dissonance
04:43
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Your body is a temple
In God we trust
Time to punch in baby
Grind the body to dust
Sick enough to forget
Money is a lie
and we pay live
And double to die
And you feel it
Closing in again
The Circle of dissonance
Circle of dissonance
Circle of dissonance
They keep the peace
With a loaded gun
If you call for help
they might kill someone
You can still make green
From a world that’s charred
And when the end comes baby
The rich are going to Mars
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8. |
House of Mirrors
05:15
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Tongue sweet with poison
Revenge is in your eyes again
I can’t help it
I’m in the house again
I’m in your house of mirrors again
Lies echo in chambers
Glass bends my face
Oh I can’t help it
I’m in the house again
I’m in your house of mirrors again
How I used to, used to love and adore, an old photograph, another person I’m sure
How I used to, used to love and adore, an old photograph, I don’t know them no more
They never
Face the glass
Their portrait
Is painted on the wall
The edges are fading
The picture is aging
and I’m in the house of mirrors again
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9. |
Bodies
06:01
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Bodies tell you stories, miracles and pain
Bodies got your number, the lottery to play
Bodies don’t make deals
with devils, gods, or saints
Bodies got no gender
But betray you all the same
Bodies tell your fortune
Clouded mystery
Don’t know where I’m going
It’s never up to me
Bodies won’t forget
Your secret history
Bodies make a fool out of you, out of me
Loss of control
I may never see my soul
But here we are, just bodies
Here we are, just bodies
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10. |
The Attic
05:44
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Red hair and
Fuchsia
In my dreams
You waltz
In the corners
Of my mind
Long ago
You dazzled
My heart
Though
Things
Were never
What they seemed
I’ll always remember
That day in September
In the attic of my mind again
When summer stops burning
Again comes the yearning
In the attic of my mind
She’s in the attic of my mind again
You knew
Just how to exit and enter
So all eyes were on you
I was always chasing your shadow
I never could catch my breath
In loving you
She’s in the attic of my mind again
My name in your letter
A goodbye forever
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