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Devil's Juice
cólgate
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Resurrected
3 a.m. he's skeptical
He's tortured by a doubt
Has she seen him cheating her?
Under the sunlight
(She fakes the mood, she fakes the mood)
Once past the twilight
(Worship the Lord, worship the Lord)
Black candles burn bright
(Her speak is odd, her speak is odd)
Ghost after midnight
(Not quite like, not quite like God)
Chanting out dark old songs
She's messing up with gore
Rethorical as fuck
First time nothing's happening
He just wonders why
Why guilt's red eyes seek hard to chase him?
Out in the country
(She fakes the mood, she fakes the mood)
Closed in a laundry
(Worship the Lord, worship the Lord)
He's reading 'bout Gandhi
(Her speak is odd, her speak is odd)
Wanting his life right back
(Not quite like, not quite like God)
Lies in his head locked (Lord)
Star's shining above (Lord)
Charging her black Glock (Lord)
Devil's juice ripped a dove
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I'm having my music to forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes as she slipped away