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Tad Morose >> Merchandise Links
Tad Morose
It is a cycle of destruction Rarely in control A time for termination and the filth that fill your soul A menacing society Like a meeting with your mind Make us all your slaves tomorrow Would you be so kind Matters of the dark Your flesh and your soul will burn Is there nothing I can say To matters of the dark you turn No you can't walk away Call out to your father Or those that lived before Then ask them how to leave me Just how to shut the door Then watch as I deliver Uh, a stunning sight indeed Yes all your bloodstained souls are mine There's nothing else I need
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