Текст песни
Let's
skirt
the
issue
of
discipline
Let's
start
an
illusion
with
hand
in
hand
Read
the
words
then
start
again
Accept
the
gift
of
sin
The
gift
of
pleasure
is
bleeding
to
you
Smother
my
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
a
price
I
truly
love
An
act
of
red
death
in
my
mind's
a
true
love
The
price
of
red
death
is
a
price
I
truly
love
An
act
of
red
death
in
my
mind's
a
true
love
Your
black
queen,
your
skin
my
skin
The
king
of
hearts
is
waiting
Close
the
room,
someone's
cheating
outside
Trigger
finger's
itchy
Another
moving
target
More
blood
on
your
supplies
More
blood
for
the
price
of
red
death
Nailing
you
to
the
wall
Nailing
you
to
the
finish
and
stick
Nailing
you
to
the
wall
Nailing
you
to
the
wall
Nailing
you
to
the
finish
and
stick
Three
shots
ring
out
to
scream
Who
wants
to
play
lone
soldier?
Who
lives
inside
of
me?
Ready
or
not
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
I've
got
blood
on
my
hands
I've
got
blood
on
your
hands
Blood
on
our
hands
Blood
on
our
hands
Blood
on
our
hands
Blood
on
our
hands
Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
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