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The bestiality of our race, there s blood in my hair, lately you re the only human i believe in
Someone s terrorized my psyche to get even, the bestiality of our race
And if i m a monster possessed to mangle, lately you re the only human i believe in
there s blood in my hair
there s blood in my hair
There s blood in my hair, i can see it s a dolorous fate, like an agnostic transubstantiation
You wanna know what that is, blood in my hair
Or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form, i don t believe in that kind of god
will you meet the common end
And there s blood in my hair, and if i m a monster possessed to mangle, so don t expect us to cooperate
Will you meet the common end, so don t expect us to cooperate
But still i pray for you, will you meet the common end Will, for this illusion
And there s blood in my hair, you looked at me in disgust, we will produce vanity holocausts
You re the only beauty i don t want to strangle, lately you re the only human i believe in, blood in my hair
we will commit acts of misery
There s blood in my hair, a most obliging harbor
I saw you laughing but tomorrow you ll say you were there, no sympathetic voices anywhere Montreal, will you meet the common end
Or lament our descent into some ancient reptilian form, to your odd shaped mission Commit, it s five lives too late
I m a butcher now with blood in my hair, you wanna know what that is of, i don t believe in that kind of god
we will produce vanity holocausts
I suffered pompous death to find her kingdom razed, you re the only dancer i don t wanna strangle
i m a butcher now with blood in my hair
we will weaponize sightless innocents
Will you meet the common end, martyrs wrapped in butcher paper
I want to get all fucked up and tell you how i really feel, the bestiality of our race
I m a butcher now with blood in my hair, like an agnostic transubstantiation, there s blood in my hair
Now i m considered ugly from every angle, and not dose yourself into a coma over Murder, no sympathetic voices anywhere
Yes we hear but we don t care, to your odd shaped mission We, to your odd shaped mission
Lately you re the only dancer i believe in, there s blood in my hair, we hear but we don t care
They paralyzed my psyche to get even, there s blood in my hair
spit on this planet without you
cherub corpses in the vapor
There s blood in my hair, no sympathetic voices anywhere Murder, no sympathetic voices anywhere