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FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES >> Merchandise Links
FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES
You can't make me go outside The trees are vicious The winds speak lies Arms of summer warn "rain tonight" On horseback through it I coughed to stay alive I first fought the knife that brought life to Skin was stretched and rules were made Scalpel pushed and pulled Now I kneel in shame Terrors of the night Waiting her to scream at night Awkward desire to taste her Take her outside Make her make me I put her on her back And sewed diamonds into her eyes She can see me better now And I can love her again So easily you fashion the words crime as her dress slips down around her ankles
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