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The Body Of Death Of The Man With The Body Of Death

Little lover look into my eyes

The only things that make you wanna die.

And oh you will

And little songs and other things are gone

Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one

And all the whispers in your dream

It's on your waking face, a morning you will no more sink in sorrow.

Led me to rot... 

And I don't buy what you're selling me

... and things are killing me

But I'm on top of it.

Little lover look into my eyes

The only things that make you wanna die.

And oh you will

And little songs and other things are gone

Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one

And all the whispers in your dream

It's on your waking face a morning you will no more sink in sorrow.

Fight the fever

Burn like fire 

And I don't buy what you're selling me

... and things are killing me

But I'm on top of it.

Little girls laugh at a go

So I go just like animal and bite nails

Will I leave and let yourself to scream and I hold

Run away. You're in the devil's kitchen

I don't buy, I don't buy what you're selling me

... and things are killing me

But I'm on top of it.

The body, the body the body of death.