Lyrics:
couldn't be further from the truth
Your false words stick to this dissolution
Indulging in a debauched life
Fulfilled by our broken cries
You made
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched!
Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue
Morgue, all
And I am what I am and I am what I'm not
And I think I'm a good friend to ye
And I'm not a debauched old roué
Spend some more time with me
womb of darkness and decay
Of rage and sorrow
No providence for this soul
I was born in the debauched soil
Nefarious outcast from below
Some say I'm
Falsified malicious idols
Glorification of the debauched ones
advocating the sacred termination
The winds of desolation
are blowing so cold
Satanic power
Satanic majesty
Satanic ecstacy
The power of Satan
Hail Lucifer
Hail Satan
Debauched
Now the eye is open
Behold the wondrous sight
The throne
ain't screwed up with all the sticky horrible debauched singles you stuck on prior to this, as long as
your stilus still bounces over the grooves and does
infiltrated it's
Debauched headquarters, The Demon's
Lodge and there
While Maazu was distracted by a heated
Bout of 'Drink While You Think'
She lopped off it's
Die! die! die! die!
Scum sucking depravity debauched!
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify
So what? so what?
Die!
Die! die! die! die!
Scum sucking depravity debauched!
Anal fuck-fest, thrill olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify
So what? so what?
Die!
'em in
Nearly dearly debauched
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
In my ladle is
bathrooms getting plenty friendly
With just the thought of us debauched and in the missionary
Watch me out of my skull
Watch me out of my mind
I'm out
this, walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Castrated, debauched, disinherited, because of this
The fingers reach toward
and living through this
Dying because of this
Castrated, debauched, disinherited
Because of this
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive God
The fingers reach
my neck
Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
That phantomed the dying trees
This debauched seductress
remember something Sal Paradise said, he said: 'the city intellectuals of the world are debauched from the full body blood-of-the-land and are just rootless
In the palace of Versailles, before the fall
We were wild, we were so debauched
Extravagance was practically a law
If we ever got bored, we said
Making your way through an orangepeel orchard
Tracing your day from disillusioned to debauched
And Spring passed quickly below the rotten elm tree
and a debauched mouth
And now I know there is no god
And now I know there is no god
A silky, sultry mage
And a maestro of the flesh
And all I know is I need more
On a pre-fab throne, in a gilded cage
A heap of flesh, debauched and depraved
Picking your teeth with the bones of slaves
Humanity sealed under
get much better than this
You keep on disappearing into a debauched little yellow motel
Oh I'll care for the dead until you get back
Crystal champagne
by the factious be broached,
Your Augusta will never be
From your kinder arms debauched.
the snacks or meals I’ve placed
Their debauched detachment has made me feel displaced
Ironic the ensuing struggles not commerce versus conscience
But comments
not multiplied my words in speaking
I have not debauched the wife of any man
I have not slain men and women
I have not purloined offerings
I have not
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