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We Will Commit Wolf Murder

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Something's terrorized my psyche to get even
Lately you're the only human I believe in
I tried to understand his logic
But there's just no pattern there
No sympathetic voices anywhere
There's blood in my hair

Now I'm considered ugly from every angle
You're the only beauty I don't want to strangle
Can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
Yes, we hear but we don't care
No sympathetic victims anywhere
There's blood in my hair

I want to get all fucked up and tell you how I really feel
Because your is so unreal
When I die I want you to die, too
Not try to stay in this all
In a dimension without you, spit on this planet without you
I envy you because you can believe in things like I never could
And like, dose yourself into a coma over the bestiality of our race
All I into some ancient reptilian form like an agnostic transubstantiation
Don't know what that is (use your imagination)

They paralyze my psyche to get even
Lately you're the only dancer I believe in
I would put your blood in my hair
No sympathetic voices anywhere
There's blood in my hair

Anti-human armies spring from every angle
You're the only soldier I don't want to strangle
I can see this intolerance ? fate
So don't expect us to cooperate
Anyway, it's five blocks too late
And there's blood in my hair

?
Our most obliging harbor
For this illusion movies
I wish has (?) be stung by
Tears of confusion
Will you meet the common end
To your odd-shaped mission?
Though it isn't true
I don't believe in that kind of plot ?
But still I pray for you

We will produce verity/vanity holocausts
We will commit acts of misery
We will weaponize silence in a sense
And we will forget

Someone's terrorized my psyche to get even
Lately you're the only human I believe in
I suffer from this death, the final kingdom raised
Terror ? corpses in the vapor
? wrapped in butcher paper

In the fall of monster ?
You're the only dancer I don't want to strangle
Can't you hear me crying out for guidance?
Yes, we hear but we don't care
No sympathetic voices anywhere
There's blood in my hair

I saw you laughing but tomorrow you'll say you were there
You looked at me in disgust
Girl, why should I care?

There's blood in my hair
There's blood in my hair
There's blood in my hair
Blood in my hair
Fuck


Autor(es): Kevin Barnes

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