Moonshine, sleeping with animals
Empty Shrine, no one but self to trust
Death bed, shrouded with flowers dry
All alike, bitches, whores and Satan
No secret promises, invited in to rot
Die at will, faith in the one is lost
Death bed, shrouded with flowers dry
Help me, the voice of the whore she cries
Blood fills the pool
Kill her when she moves
Bloodshed red
Fuck her when she's dead
Cry,
Dressed in silver and diamonds and pearls
Lamentation
But cry,
Cry alone when you cry
Dying whores and animals
No one but self to trust
Shrouded with flowers dry
Help me, the whore she cries
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