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He lays the needle on the vene
pleases the music inside
between throut and underarm
the melody drives in the bones+
lust ... lust ... lust
lust ... lust ... lust
He has closed his eyes
in his blood there is a battle
an army marches through his gut
his bowels going to get warm
lust ... lust ... lust
lust ... lust ... lust
lust ... lust ... lust
lust ... lust ... lust
nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing stays for you
... for ever
nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing stays for you
... for ever
He get´s the needle off the vene
the melody breaks out the skin
violins burn with screaming
harps cut in to the flesh
He open his eyes
but he don´t weak up
nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing stays for you
... for ever
nothing is for you
nothing was for you
nothing stays for you
... for ever
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