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Pale Saints A Revelation

it means Cosy inside How does it feel when you think that it's real Your minds taking you out for a ride Nobody's home Drunk on a bottle of ? ? ?

, next Revelations pandered In the corner child sits Glory be destiny Ethics pale cold steel to wrists Your disease is rampant Disciple dogs smell a funeral

the Beast, or the number of his name. [Revelation 13:17] I cleanse my body in the blood-red crystal sea Bestial amok lasts Pure soul, pale flesh, ice