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• Artiste: Dead And Divine
• Titre: Cult / Misleader
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We corrupt our young and we speak in tongues We're content with lust cause we're in love with our guns Hallelujah, put your hands in the air You bare the grins of dead carps Do you love him enough to bring blood? I'll praise he who counsels me But so far I've heard nothing And I ain't shaken And I ain't shaken You're the product of kindred love Parade around the cross to cover it up You thrive on the faint like rats on remains Who think they need you like a needle to the vein Sh sh shoot it up and drift away This faction is only fashion And it's fallen on its face They lure you into their dead lights Holy spirit compels them to So it makes it right So it makes it right I truly resent you Or maybe its envy I'm feeling But I've already come to terms with feeling nothing We're content with lust cause we love our guns We're content with lust cause we love our You're as charismatic as a strung out fanatic in need of new holes Keeps you fiending for more You captivate with your words You spit em out like clock work And I bet it keeps your bones nice and warm You thrive on the faint like rats on remains Who think they need you like a needle to the vein Sh sh shoot it up and drift away This faction is only fashion And it's fallen on its face You captivate with your words You spit em out like clock work And I bet it keeps your bones nice and warm