Текст песни
Bring
all
the
sinners
to
me
I
will
tear
out
my
limbs
for
your
feast
I
promise
the
bleeding
is
fine
Let
my
body
fill
bottles
of
wine
Rotting,
I'm
wasting
my
youth
Laying
down
the
like
child
I
knew
Saccharine,
always
saccharine
There's
a
war
in
my
head
That
you
can't
comprehend
Saccharine,
always
saccharine
There's
a
war
Die!
A
war
And
it's
all
opulence
Oh,
hysteria
Like
an
angel
to
my
soul
Bring
it
on,
my
hysteria
Load
it
in
the
barrel
of
a
gun
Saccharine,
always
saccharine
There's
a
war
in
my
head
That
you
can't
comprehend
Saccharine,
always
saccharinе
There's
a
war
Saccharine,
always
saccharinе
There's
a
war
in
my
head
Don't
think
you
wanna
pretend
Saccharine,
always
saccharine
There's
a
war
Die!
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