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You said you wanted my love
To be a part of your game But when I came from above I looked around, but you turned away But now you're scratching and crawling Your way up from the grave You should have stayed in the dirt, girl It's like I told you It's like I told you, I came from outer space That's how I know your name It's like I told you, I came from outer space I want to take you away You took a drink of my sweet love And then the poison took You hooked me up to your sick machine And then I blew you up You were a one in a billion Before the button was pushed You should have stayed in the dirt, girl It's like I told you It's like I told you, I came from outer space That's how I know your name I'm sick and tired of the human race I want to take you away It's like I told you, I came from outer space That's how I know your name I'm sick and tired of the human race I want you by my side I want to take you to heaven Take you away from this hell I want to take you to heaven Take you away from this hell It's like I told you, I came from outer space That's how I know your name I'm sick and tired of the human race I want to take you away It's like I told you, I came from outer space That's how I know your name I've given up on the human race I'm gonna blow 'em away So let me take you to heaven Take you away from this hell I want to take you to heaven Take you away from this hell I want to take you to heaven Take you away from this hell The earth is rollin' a seven This place is going to be fried |
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> CHORUS
NEMESIS / NEMESIS COME BORN COME BORN DARKNESS CHILDE NEMESIS / NEMESIS LAST BUST LAST BUST THE HOLY RITE Is this the land where sun brightly shines is this the existence of a heavens sign Is this the locus the hallowed focus where grace love and harmony combine Is this the stead where reigns the light is this where hate bids Hear those souls cries do they beg do they smile do they follow the endless long line NEMESIS FOR THE ANXIOUS HEAVY SPIRIT CHORUS Lay down their souls with holy fears and waters the ground with dismal tears Soldiers of grief prepare we are near fight the pash with shields but without spears Hold by the whispers that summer breeze bears and reign the land where all the woes bear Hear those souls cries do they beg do they smile do they follow the endless long line NEMESIS FOR THE GENERATION FREE CHORUS |
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Feel these arms
Steel arms, now we are blind Hide my eyes My eyes so out of place here Now we are hard-cutting Trapped in beneath Cold-loving mirrors stand alone They lead you alone They lead you alone Old hearts break down Footsteps tied 'till believing Can we hold sand? Slow hands break up the family We all fall down One chance to fail, sleepwalking Take off your face You'll learn to trust my dry hands This cage is still And he cracks, now we are safer True dreams stay west I say to kids "are you protected?" Now we are answers Silence pressed pure We wait at the crest of our will And we stand alone We lead you alone We lead you alone (Still) we will feel movement (Still) and we will fill stations (Still) we will fear time (Still) this time we are bleeding (Still) tears of love like strangers (Still) bite through, break the ice (Still) soon words will be forgotten (Still) though, cruel scenes linger on We hide from sound-paintings on distant walls We hide from cold still-lives on empty floors We hide our bent husbands behind slamming doors Don't run to the window Because burning glass warps We stand still And we stand like whores We are alone And we stand still And we stand like whores We are alone We stand still Yes, we stand like whores We are alone We stand still |
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> In a phallic, stone tower
We rise and fly or stand knee deep in water Skin is smooth and damp Every time he crosses them And there are bones in bed with that child, A figure behind the glass, Me in his mouth The man has come and gone, Aroused my photographic memory Orphan sons and his raw hands (Were slammed in his face) Like fire under whores Insect, smiling eyes project rain Blaze against his teeth The luxury of tears burned my fingers, Spinning devils of snow The luxury of tears burned my fingers, Spinning devils of snow Oh devils must know the luxury of tears Changing his shape, he raised his eyes, Eyes masked with green Threw out his arms, pulled open the door A moist, sour tongue down the silver screen Usher in the bleak years Through his yawning neck I undress in his throat A passion for dust (Was slammed in his face) Pull them down by the wings A rose from my ribs Stole back up the stairs (And laughed in his face) |
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