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My Villainess Floats
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Running and gunning, the creature is coming
And the foundation shakes and she quakes from the moans
And I wake up screaming 'cause I'm not alone
But sundown is Heaven
The city just gives in
And you'd marvel to see how my villainess floats
And though all of us die, you know I die the most
You solemn little monster
Where do you get off?
You sneak into my bed
Pervert me to your cause
The seasons change and you get strange
But I'm empty and fearless, your favorite ghost
The seasons change and I grow brave
But you're pitiful strong and my heart is my grave
My solemn little monster
Where do you get off
You sneak into my bed
Pervert me to your cause
Convert me with your claws
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It's too bad the one that you wanted was dead
The graceless are useless until they begin to descend
You cultess your vultures will scratch your bones
As you lose you
Lose me I do
Am I missing?
Strangely true
All those voices in your head
Like strange lovers in your bed
Sharing everything instead of pushing you out
And now you are
As you lose you
Lose me I do
Am I missing
Strangely true
At the bottom
Where you're rotten
You have risen
And bloomed
Now cliche begins to take
And you are shaking
To unreal to be fake
But you've come through
Good for you
The others cry as their mislead
But you're a part of our new flesh
As you desire, they must guess
There's no way out and now you are
It's too bad the one that you wanted was dead
The graceless are useless until they begin to descend
You cultess your vultures will scratch your bones
With signs and denials you'll die all alone
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The Post Mortems Iowa City, Iowa
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