Lyrics Cavity (Live) - Christian Death
Let's
skirt
the
issue
of
discipline
Let's
start
an
illusion
With
hand
and
pen
Re-read
the
words
and
start
again
Accept
the
gift
of
sin
The
gift
of...
Pleasure
is
bleeding
to
smother
the
words
The
four
walls
drain
me
dry
Of
all
imagination
Crying
out
to
be
told
to
stand
still
Crying
out
to
be
told
to
stand
still
The
price
of
red
death
Is
the
price
of
true
love
The
black
queen
jumps
through
my
skin
The
king
of
hearts
is
waiting
Close
to
home
Someone's
shooting
outside
Trigger
finger's
itchy
Another
moving
target
More
blood
on
your
surplice
More
blood
for
the
price
of
red
death
Nailing
you
to
the
wall
Nailing
you
to
the
Spanish
mystic
Nailing
you
to
the
wall
Three
shots
ring
out
to
scream
Who
wants
to
play
Roman
solider
That
lives
inside
of
me
Perennial
artist,
what
do
you
see
What
do
you
see?
My
secret
fear
of
being
alone
I
sit
and
hold
hands
with
myself
I
sit
and
make
love
to
myself
I've
got
blood
on
my
hands
I've
got
blood
on
your
hands
Blood
on
our
hands
Blood
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