The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate)
The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate) - Cheap Sex and Painkillers lyrics
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one man, a coward waiting for bliss an open book lay with tattered pages never known sweet fragance of depression like new delicate aroma of slow death clings to the blind hung itself on a dream slit it's throat while he slept suffocate inebriate murder rub red eyes with bloody hands smearing tears and forgetting this paranoia fiegning one man, a coward waiting
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Language: English
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