of the Lord
Or the mind of man
There's been heavy fighting
In the Gulf of Iran
Pour away your whiskey
Or meet the kiss of the lash
Cover up your »
The Gulf [*] Till We Have Faces [UK]
by Steve Hackett
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feel it just may kill me
I must brave through this storm
I am made exemplary
Lashed up by the public scene
For bearing my heart, my soul's on fire »
Of Prometheus and the Crucifix Shogun
by Trivium
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and fake lashes Lap up The mess that grows like breath within your wake coin-toss a glance back At the Road of men you paved, dear. »
She Wears He-Harem Live from Home
by Shudder to Think
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us wake in a giant form way So we're buried? We'll see All those others as small and offensive
Heating up! Lashing down It smells like I've been here »
Scissorfight Soul Burner/Sindustries
by Gardenian
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