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We corrupt our young and we speak in tongues
We're content with lust cause we're in love with our guns
Hallelujah, put your hands in the air
You bare the grins of dead carps
Do you love him enough to bring blood?
I'll praise he who counsels me
But so far I've heard nothing
And I ain't shaken
And I ain't shaken
You're the product of kindred love
Parade around the cross to cover it up
You thrive on the faint like rats on remains
Who think they need you like a needle to the vein
Sh sh shoot it up and drift away
This faction is only fashion
And it's fallen on its face
They lure you into their dead lights
Holy spirit compels them to
So it makes it right
So it makes it right
I truly resent you
Or maybe its envy I'm feeling
But I've already come to terms with feeling nothing
We're content with lust cause we love our guns
We're content with lust cause we love our
You're as charismatic as a strung out fanatic in need of new holes
Keeps you fiending for more
You captivate with your words
You spit em out like clock work
And I bet it keeps your bones nice and warm
You thrive on the faint like rats on remains
Who think they need you like a needle to the vein
Sh sh shoot it up and drift away
This faction is only fashion
And it's fallen on its face
You captivate with your words
You spit em out like clock work
And I bet it keeps your bones nice and warm