EVEN HELL HAS ROSES

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Blackout!
Blackout! 

I'm the God of the Morgue. Follow the corpses
All of them walk in my dorm, crawl on the floor
Wide-open wounds, rotten and gorged. Awfully gorgeous
Bodies still under the wood, I can hear as they prop up the boards
Every Tale that they Tell is the Heart of the Gore. This is what Edgar had authored
Poetically dark and deformed, huh. Welcome to the Gulag
I fell into a tomb where the dead awake at noon
I'm in Hell, rockin' a durag with a shotgun, saying: Who's that?
Don't knock on my door. Star of David down in chalk. We're congregated in a circle
Fallen angels with no virtue. They had thought they killed us off and ignored us
Broken pine, arms hangin' out the side of coffins like Porshes 
Riding through Los Angeles. I want an off-white toe-tag created by Virgil

Lipstick stains on the murals. Red spray-paint drippin' off of the fine-art
You can't tame the infernos. We're the remains of the Fall, but we're high up

Shells everywhere. Don't blink. I don't really care or think
We've been here for so long, the smell in the air reminds me of roses
God is gone as f*ck. He's not watching us
We are nihilists who love violence. It's all ugly, but no one noticed
Shells everywhere. Don't blink. I don't really care or think
We've been here for so long, the smell in the air reminds me of roses
God is gone as f*ck. He's not watching us
We are nihilists who love violence 
It's all ugly, but no one noticed

Blackout!
Blackout! 

I'm Rob Zombie with the Grim Clips
Sid Vicious in my Body, but I'm skinless
Misfits that just want somebody within inches to clench
It's the opposite of Scentless Apprentice
There is no savior that's fathering us
I Carrie / Carry misfortune, so wash me in blood
Thirsty for more. I'm embodying lust
Catchin' bodies for fun in broad day and get off like I'm Gotti
I don't think I got me enough sleep. My pupils are blacked-out
And unusual from the bugs creeping from my gut
Leeches on my tongue. Beetles in the sludge
Resurrection, it comes with a price
From seeing what death is, then running to life
To seize any day, you must conquer the night
And embrace the evil you harbor inside

Lipstick stains on the murals. Red spray-paint drippin' down from the fine-art
You can't tame the infernos. Fell in love with the place that the worst go

Shells everywhere. Don't blink. I don't really care or think
We've been here for so long, the smell in the air reminds me of roses
God is gone as f*ck. He's not watching us
We are nihilists who love violence. It's all ugly, but no one noticed
Shells everywhere. Don't blink. I don't really care or think
We've been here for so long, the smell in the air reminds me of roses
God is gone as f*ck. He's not watching us
We are nihilists who love violence 
It's all ugly, but no one noticed

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