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We've Made A Contact But Worship Silent I Make A Whisper I Am A Sinner

Slide The Needle In Under Blue Skin I Took A Picture So I Still Can Burn You

The Spirits Fall Upon The Wheel To Turn The Spokes With Angel Grace When I Am Gone With Broken Wings The Spirits Fall To Take My Place

Demons Reloading Such A Beautiful Disease Trigger Pull This Trigger

Silk Wrapped Hands In A Masquerade Even When Things Are Picture Blue I Keep It Under My Pillow Now Just In Case Theres Nothing Left To Do Outrun Myself

Be Still / We Will Live Like Thunder