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restitution

Innocent blood stains dry
Open the sores that rape the eyes
Ashamed and fully naked
Repeat the process to defile the body?

Turn away sacrifice
You and I were two old and tortured souls
Repaired by a love of broken things
In a life, just some bodies growing old
No fear of the end,
all of it
Not some of it
I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a bird turn into a tiger
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
In
than Nietzshe 
I'm sure you'd like to meet me 
I am loved 
By the maker who's so clever 
I was made to live forever 
Though my body turns to sand
You and I were two old and tortured souls
Repaired by a love of broken things
In a life, just some bodies growing old
No fear of the end,
A dragon in his wildest state
Polymorphed by greed and within burning hate
Empowered by mad bloodlust
Hs shives to turn all life to dust
From
(Lalalalalala)
Ingénue, what have we done to you?
Under that soft skin
I hear a ticking
The currency of being twenty-three
It turns from gold to dust
How can I sleep
When everyone else turns to dust, how can I breathe?
When my mouth is filled with their ashes
Another day lost trying to exit
struggle through our lives
Though the generations wander
The lineage survives
And all of us
From dust to dust
We all become forefathers
By and by
Darkness of the river
Which one calls live
For the last time wanna be with you
Before time turns us into dust
For the last time wanna feel you
Before
seen is the fire of burned bodies

Our skin's stained black by dust and by coal
The smell of burned flesh is present everywhere
away
By diggers, drillers and sellers
But we won't stop till we're under a black sky

He took my picture in the cemetery sun
My body was tempted
Back in nineteen thirty-three
Livin' in the dust was a killin' me

Back in  nineteen thirty-four
The dust it ??? blew some more

Long come nineteen
your soul
Judge yourself by what you feel
Your body's changing
>From the flesh into the New Deal
You've got to rise when you fall
See the king, now hear
Carried away over junk left behind by all

[Chorus: x2]
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the worker's bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
a long, long time
And a woman can take a lot
Two can be undone by three
But it only takes one shot

Ashes become speed
And turn to blood
It's strange to see
You beg for help to take your last breath
The plague has arrived you will turn to dust
Putrefactive body rotten inside

Your end is near you are
As symbols turn to dust

I won't dance
I won't dance
I won't dance within despair
I won't dance
The elder's orient

Journey into a wicked world
My
Right turn,
The neighborhood is pretty quiet for a weekday.
Left turn,
The same one way to work almost everyday.

Pass by the high school,
Nothing really turns me on
Like seeing you burn to dust
But you are not alone to feel the heat
My body burns with lust

Die in fire die in fire
Die in
of it)
Not some of it

I saw a great man turn into a little child
the cancer reduce him to dust
His voice growing weak as he fought for his life
with
And turn robber all on the salt sea

The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin
The youngest of all the three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea
turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt, weakening the body
walk into a room
I thought from which they came
Bodies wrapped in orgies
Writhe in mortal lust
Sculptured figures made of flesh
Turn into dust
walk into a room
I thought from which they came
Bodies wrapped in orgies
Writhe in mortal lust
Sculptured figures made of flesh
Turn into dust