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Sex & Death
06:42
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Sex & Death
Sex and death is all we know
It’s how we come and how we go
Ich will Schmerz
Du bist Gott
Finde mich
In Sex und Tod
Sex Death
Sex Death
Sex and death is come and go
The flesh and blood red rodeo
Sex and death is come to feed
Sacrifice with your dirty seed
I took the hand and I begged for mercy
I took the dirty dollar and I begged for more
The perfect god of all forgiveness
Will rip and rage and whip you raw
Jesus I have sinned regardless
With the sick and slaves to darkness
Wooed by shepherds' lamentations
And your faithless congregations
With your highwire vampire fire
Ride the coattails of desire
Fed by filth and discipline
Light your nitroparaffin
I read the atlas of the damned and offered up my
blood soaked hand
To the death mask kiss and guillotine
Chewing rubber on methamphetamine
I see Johnny’s on the juice
With a Bowie knife and a golden goose
Lie lie on a lulu moon
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
I see Johnny’s on the juice
With a Bowie knife and a golden goose
Lie lie on a lulu moon
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
I raised my gallows like a steeple
Put Semtex halos on the people
The alter is my concubine
Battlefield and borderline
Ich will Schmerz
Du bist Gott
Finde mich
In Sex und Tod
Ich will Schmerz
Du bist Gott
Finde mich
In Sex und Tod
Sex Death
Sex Death
Is all we know
The come and go
The flesh and blood
Red rodeo
I see Johnny’s on the juice
With a Bowie knife and a golden goose
Lie lie on a lulu moon
There’s a ghost waiting in your room
Sex Death
Sex Death
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Situation (Purity Mix)
05:22
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Situation
You could be pure
You could believe
You could behave
You could be saved
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my cure
You’ll be my crime
You could be mine
Everything I feel just turns on me
Again and again ‘til I can’t see
Everything you sought you found
But I see people, people looking down
Pointed fingers, pointless lives
All points lead to empty lies
Empty hands, the dirty deeds
It all comes down to just one thing ...
... I don’t believe
Whenever I feel this thing inside
Forbidden, forgiven, forever denied
I must have somehow dreamed
Of all the things I’ve never seen
All the words left unsaid
I never quite took into my head
All the things that lie undone
Like petals forever falling ...
... On this gun
Be pure
You can believe
You can behave
You can be saved
You’ll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my crime
You will be mine
All the time I tried to breathe
It all turned into make believe
One confusion, one confession
One more lie, one more lesson
Complicity, stupidity
The bile in my hypocrisy
The broken low morality
The sentimental strategy
Be pure
You can believe
You can behave
You can be saved
You’ll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my crime
You will be mine
Be pure
Be vigilant
Behave
Be pure
You can believe
You can behave
You can be saved
You’ll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my crime
You will be mine
Be pure
You can believe
You can behave
You can be saved
You’ll be my cure
Be my religion
Be my decision
You’ll be my crime
You will be mine
Be pure
Be pure
Be vigilant
Behave
Be mine
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The Wages of Sin
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
I’m flying with the queen of bats
Drinking venom with the fattest rats
Loose the lightening from the bottle
The devil’s boot is on the throttle
Tastes like heaven when I’m in hell
The silver secret pill don’t tell
The spotlight burned the libertine
The red priest of the slot machine
Give me correction all of the time
Ain’t that a line that sticks in mind?
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
I’m standing in a dead man’s clothes
The highest calling with the lowest blows
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Rage on benzedrine
Flames and gasoline
Fed goose step oil you bought unseen from the
bargain basement’s broken dream
Bleep bleep baby bleep
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
Slave behave from cradle to grave
Save your skin and the wages of sin
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Confession
Give me the good stuff and turn off the light
I’ll hear your confession whispered tonight
I can listen for hours
Give me conviction
Give me crusade
And wicked behaviour
So this sinner is saved
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Blame sister blame
Your guilt is purified in flames
From blame your name from shame
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on you
Bring me the good stuff
Put out the fire
Every transgression and filthy desire
See the possessed disciples feast
On the famine and gun
They’re feeding the beast
Jesus … this is piggy
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Blame sister blame
Your guilt is purified in flames
From blame your name from shame
Shame on you
Shame shame shame shame on you
Shame shame shame shame on you
Blame blame baby blame
Confession will spell your name with blame
Your name in flames and shame
Shame on you
Blame sister blame
Your guilt is purified in flames
From blame your name from shame
Shame on you
You are the curse that I can’t deny
You are the curse that’ll never die
You are the curse that’ll never die
You are the curse that’ll never die
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