take pity, please, lord miseryhow shiny your throne as you
you can hear them out therethe're gonna follow you downon
freedom, my freedomfreedom, get off my backfreedom, freedomi don't want
i got a guni got a guni got a houseyou
the bridge is long and narrowthe hills are burned by
as far as the eye can see heat is rising
red is the color, there's no other, red velvet tap
Here is the bleeding heartRemember she once declaredNow she just
the believers dance in front the altarthe believers strip their
deceptive eyes azureand black as his heart, they do lie
give me your promise baby tell me truegive me your
she could tell you right nowshe could hold you nearshe
Take pity, please, Lord Misery
How shiny your throne as you
CACHES TOI, CACHES TOI
ET SORS SEULEMENT
DANS UNE CHANSON QUE TU
i am wild in mourning
in a freezing cell
in a hollow
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