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passion's killing floor
It’s poetry carved in flesh This beautiful hell of ours To the deadliest sin we confess And tears of joy fill our eyes We are safe where disfigured saints Cry out their prophecies of doom My heart’s a graveyard baby And to evil we make love On our passion’s killing floor In my arms you won’t sleep safely And of lust we are reborn On our passion’s killing floor At the first kiss the seeds of hatred are sown And back into darkness we flee to tear our hearts out We are safe where all faiths fail Alive inside of our tomb