Sedated
She cries wolf
There’s ecstasy at the bottom of the glass, at the end of the line
Numb our throats and our minds
Numb our throats and our minds
Six hundred and sixty six choices
We chose every one
Six hundred and sixty six choices
We chose every single one
We are the damned and we are to blame
We are the damned
Our clothes, they hang on skeletons
At night they rattle
At night they stir
Iron boxes of secrecy
Open the doors, open the doors
Six hundred and sixty six choices
We chose every one
Six hundred and sixty six choices
We chose every single one
We are the damned and we are to blame
We are the damned
There’s ecstasy at the bottom of the glass, at the end of the line
Numb our throats and our minds
I saw the devil in her eyes
When she said, “God can cut the ties”
Bloody smiles, forced fed regret
Poetry down the arms
It’s sick, yet so perfect
I saw the devil in her eyes
Divorce
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