Тексты песен «Taste Of Blood»


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Taste Of Blood - Business Finds Pleasure

If you ever want to come in contact again I'll have my people contact yours. But it seems that your people have already come in contact with mine. Your people, my people. Betrayal (your) Stereotypical - oh so,...

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Taste Of Blood - I Guess That?S Why They Make Safety Pins

How could a manufactured rose harness a thorn of metal. You did not let one drop of blood fall onto the ground. Or transfer onto our expensive and illustrious. Clothing that we donned for the evening. You did not know...

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Taste Of Blood - I?Ve Stolen From Posters And Drawings

Lick your lips for me one last time. So I can see the reflection of horror on your face. The dying whim and other words deemed poetic. Everyone has their own path to follow. But their tracks are on my back. I've been...

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Taste Of Blood - Incapable Of Abstract Thought

You play the headstrings as if they were a harp. Don't you tell me any different. So cut the drama. We'll she'd no tears for you. You are nothing in the grand scheme of things. Catch and release. But I want to take you...

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Taste Of Blood - Milestones Reduced To Garbage

I never thought that I would want to die alone. But I have kind of been forced into that sentiment. I wish that I could remember what set me off so I could justify this overreaction in every sense of the word. Desperate...

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Taste Of Blood - Near Shack Experience

Breath through your mouth as not to asphyxiate. Require assistance. Do you require assistance or would you prefer if I demonstrated for you. Inhale - Exhale. That's all there is to this process. I was unfortunate enough...

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Taste Of Blood - People Together At Night

I am now a free man and I just don't know what to do with myself. Am I really ready to take on this effort. I can't take a hint. Take me from this depression. You are the one to do it. I can't take a...

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Taste Of Blood - Signature Tattered Rags

I hate to break it to you. But your crisis has come to an end. Whether you like it or not. "I'm saving every bullet for your fucking face" Here we go again. And these things always seem to happen. I hope you remember me...

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Taste Of Blood - The Kid In The Background Of Every Picture

Grinding his fingers off. Grinding his fingers away. Turn that hat around so you can shove your face into your pillow and cry out all your worries. Cry into it. But tears don't count if they don't run red. So many years...