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Behold, The White Whore
Lyricist：Meyer
The speak easy parlor was filled with many a fair lady
Fallen victim to another mind rape by their Christian fathers
'It was never easy to show them I loved them'
He said, as he was removed from the booth
No one had the time to listen to him, they don't care
It wasn't his thing to talk like that
Waking up the next day in a nightmare of a gray
Colored room full of friends with no names
And metal as cold as, as cold as hell
This was yet another favorite of his conscious effort
Was put into everything that he didn't do
And everything else was a failed plan
Why didn't this work? Why didn't this work?
If only gratitude could get you somewhere
If only gratitude could get you somewhere
Censor his bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood red hair
This is his love to them all
Yet another day blessed with his presence
Continue to beat him, this is his love
Censor his bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood red hair
This is his love
Not another day blessed with his presence
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Continue to beat him, this is his love
Coughing up his mother's love
All over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is his love
Coughing up his mother's love
All over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is his love
Oh Mother Mary, forgive them
For they have won, they have won
Oh Mother Mary, forgive them
For they have won, they have won
Spoken fast enough to spark a memory into everyone's tired mind
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling and sent to every child's living room
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling and sent to every child's living room
Depictions of life
As told by a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
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