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Faith No More As The Worm Turns

tough But I know that deep down inside There's a feeling that rides All the way to the end Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out

tough But I know that deep down inside There's a feeling that rides All the way to the end Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out

tough But I know that deep down inside There's a feeling that rides All the way to the end Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out

kiss of decay in steps of two Empty bleak carrion Stripped of sensation Exposing the faith of beyond on your deathbed We are but worms in the fruit of

(our flesh gloriously) woad anointed, Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage, I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as

unseen I couldn't put faith in me I couldn't put faith in God The only faith I found Was in the knife that spilled my blood In tears I laughed As the

way she turned her back away to fuck her neighbor Green with envy, seen the ending with her forced force torch a saber Ashamed of sister liberty, gimmicky sourced, and faith