Laying on your holy bedby the hallowed doorFeeling like an infidelNot worthy of your callTempted by your innocenceBeckoned to my fateI won’t face the consequenceI wouldn’t hesitateI’m a man of flesh and boneRaptureRushing through my veinsPassionFlamingIn my heartHeavenly surrender once againYeahShackled like an animalChained to my desiresJust another sacrificeTo love’s eternal fightTame me with your tendernessAnd break my brittle heartEasily and elegantlyTear my world apartI’m a man of flesh and boneRaptureRushing through my veinsPassionFlamingIn my heartHeavenly surrender once againYeahWe’re living in a world full of illusionEverything is so unrealMy mind is in a state of confusionBut I can’t deny the way I feelI’m a man of flesh and boneRaptureRushing through my veinsYeah
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John the Revelator / Put him in a elevator / Take him up to the highest high / Take him up to the top where the mountains stop
Death is everywhereThere are flies on the windscreenFor a startReminding usWe could be torn apartTonightDeath is everywhereThere are lambs for the slaughterWaiting to dieAnd I can senseThe hours slipping byTonightCome hereKiss meNowCome hereKiss meNowDeath is everywhereThe more I lookThe more I seeThe more I feelA sense of urgencyTonightCome here (touch me)Kiss me (touch me)Now (touch me)(touch me)There are flies on the windscreenThere are lambs for the slaughterThere are flies on the windscreenCome here (touch me)Kiss me (touch me)Now (touch me)(touch me)Come here (touch me)Kiss me (touch me)Now (touch me)(touch me)
We’re the horniest boysWith the corniest ploysWho take the easiest girlsTo our sleaziest worlds With our lecherous plansIn our treacherous handsYou’d be wasting your timeSaying no, it’s a crime All that we live for you’ll regretAll you remember we’ll forget We are the dead of nightWe’re in the zombie roomWe’re twilight’s parasitesWith self-inflicted wounds We are the dead of nightWe’re in the zombie roomHeavenly oversightsEating from silver spoons With our decadent mindsAnd our innocent linesYou’ll be playing our gamesWith your bodies in flames When delirious funHas seriously begunYou’ll be down on your kneesYou’ll be begging us please All we’re demanding you’ll supplyAll we’re accused of we’ll deny We are the dead of nightWe’re in the zombie roomWe’re twilight’s parasitesWith self-inflicted wounds We are the dead of nightWe’re in the zombie roomHeavenly oversightsEating from silver spoons
I would tell you about the things they put me through / The pain I’ve been subjected to / But the Lord himself would blush / The countless feasts laid at my feet
In your room / Where time stands still / Or moves at your will / Will you let the morning come soon
My little girlwon’t you come with mecome with metell meIs there something to doI’m going crazy with boredomcome with metell meGrey sky over a black townI can feel depressionall aroundyou’ve got your leather boots onI can’t stand another drinkit’s surprising this towndoesn’t sinkyou’ve got your leather boots onYour pretty dress is oil stainedfrom working too hardfor too littleyou’ve got your leather boots onYou’re feeling the boredom tooI’d gladly go with youI’d put your leather boots onI’d put your pretty dress on
All of these insurmountable tasks / That lay before me / All of the firsts and the definite lasts / That lay in store for me
The sweetest perfection to call my own / The slightest correction couldn’t finely hone / The sweetest infection of body and mind / Sweetest injection of any kind
Someone will call / Something will fall / And smash on the floor / Without reading the text