Death is a Whore

Death is a Whore
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Death has me riding into the storm
Death has me bending over for more
Choking for the gas I breathe
into the deep dark depths
of the mind
Death I hide

We could have fun
Having done
Drowning in the blue
The throat
Death, me and you
We need it for the night
Days all the same
For years I had the blame
But death, me and you
We'll be together soon

The night draws in
Funny guys in a disguise
Open the doors, reading books
of your lies
Comfort in ties
Comfort in ties
Reading books of your lies

Dreams we have
Living are the dead
Dead I am
Because
Death has me riding into the storm
Death has me bending over for more
Death, you are a whore

Love of death, comes to my own
Cutting down to the bone
Letting the brace
Letting the brace
Letting the brace
Be the call on the phone