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Dark death becomes the smog strangled moonlight
Stalking down a drunk littered alleyway
Under the shadow of a building’s corpse
Looking for a merchant who deals with death.

Stalking down a drunk littered alleyway,
To silence the blood beating in the veins,
Looking for a merchant who deals in death,
To kill the deafening drum in the ears.

To silence the blood beating in the veins
He must bleed someone or be killed again,
To kill the deafening drum in the ears.
It’s better to feed than to be buried.

He must bleed someone or be killed again.
Feeling the pulse of a young bleeding heart,
It’s better to feed than to be buried.
She offers herself to men on the side.

Feeling the pulse of her young bleeding heart,
He knows her unspeakable wish to die.
She offers herself to him on the side.
He offers eternal crimson desires.

He knows her unspeakable wish to die.
She never wanted a man more than this.
He offers eternal crimson desires.
She passively yields her prized possession.

She never wanted a man more than this.
At the height of delirious fever,
She passively yields her prized possession.
Her blood runs ruby from cold rounded lips.

At the height of fevered delirium,
Another tainted soul has departed.
Her blood runs ruby from cold rounded lips,
He finishes the quenching of desire.

Another tainted soul has departed.
Under the shadow of a building’s corpse,
He finishes the quenching of desire.
Dark death becomes the smog strangled moonlight.

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