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The Wicked Sun


Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Blessed be the artificial tear To conjure up the dreary and dear To invite the victim toward the chopping block Where we'll feast upon his wings Then speak of finer things Oh, it seems, black hearts bleed melodies Blow out the wicked sun Kisses for everyone Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me She's an elegy that's sure to solve me soon A dark comedy that's filling up the room Shall we send her off to forage for the flock Or shall we dance among the dead? Prove that life and love are lies not long to live Oh, it seems, black hearts bleed melodies Blow out the wicked sun Kisses for everyone Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me When you gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and burn the demon out of me Everyone of you is loved And everyone of you is lost And everyone of you is dust Again again again Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me

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