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• Artiste: Dead And Divine
• Titre: Midnight Society
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I'm about as holy as a bullet riddled body is I'm crooked, I'm bent, been left for dead And I'm malcontent With the fact that I'm feeling fine Aside from my blackened lungs and misshapen spine I gave myself to the night And if you come to me in search of faith You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint We've polluted our own We reap what we sow And nothing can save our souls Do we want it? no Do we need it? no Do we believe it? Are we compelled to care for love To find a love we know nothing of? We gave ourselves to the night We gave ourselves to the night I believe in sin cause sin believes in me It carries my head on a stick and worships it How can I forgive when I'm up to my neck in this? You better repent You've carved yourself a witch You've carved yourself a witch Come on, come give yourselves to the night Come on, give yourselves to the night Do we want it? no Do we need it? no Do we believe it? Are we compelled to care for love To find a love we know nothing of? We gave ourselves to the night You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint