I could of died
When they fired up the circus in the backroom
pact suicide
they got you ladeled with citrus in a catacomb
body of lies
crawing through quicksand in the monsoon
with eyes open wide
i see the darkness in the heart of you
cradle, cradle, everything
tighter, closer, your innocent
moving forward
faster now
slowly becomeing a god dam satallite
Poisen the weeds
i spent a day on the track night on the skyline
you've abandoned your creeds (they got you)
dining on cocodile and fine wine
they want you to bleed
paint me a picture in the summer time
girl follow my lead
we could be falling in the landslide
cradle, cradle, everything
tighter, closer, your innocent
moving forward
faster now
slowly becomeing a god dam satallite
Its dead up here when you're a satallite
hear the whip crack
as it draws blood from your back
hear the witch sing
dawn the pain that she brings

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