i walk in the shadows of the trees late at night
i dress dark an kinda grungy with facepaint im a fright
but ive yet to paint my holy cross face im alive an doin well
purgatory is odd, divided in two, theres heaven an then theres hell
i wanna stab nobodies an chop off their limbs
i wanna choke there heads an watch them leave sin
welcome to your deamond id say after they were dead
lookin down upon their body all facepainted in red
a descendant from a perfect line of ancients is what i am told
riddiculed an hated spit on but i am bold
im weak for i am not strong, but i hold my own pretty well
all i had to do was pay the price of love an easly my soul i did sell
© 2006 tears of decadence
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