IRC-Galleria

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Decode me like a cipher
Our secrets can't get lost
I look into your eyes and
Always gladly pay the cost

We rumble through these jungle streets
Like an airborne terminal illness
Hard luck and bad money
We dine where the sun can't shine

We come alive where the blood moon rises
We come alive where the stars align
We love to feed upon the pretty faces
We dine where the sun can't shine

Mistakes and bad decisions
Become a way of life
And now I can't recover
The skin I shed but I kept the knife

We come alive where the blood moon rises
We come alive where the stars align
We love to feed upon the pretty faces
We dine where the sun can't shine

We rumble through these jungle streets
Like an airborne terminal illness
We dine where the sun can't shine

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