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Every Time I Die – Roman Holiday lyrics

We cut our teeth in the bedroom.
We slit our wrists in our costumes.
All of them, witches.
Witches, withes, witches.
We are the death of the party.
We are the life of the funereal.
All of us, ragmen.
Ragmen, ragmen, ragmen.
I want the ripest fruits.
I want the fresh meat.
I want the first born.
I want the down beat.
We traded vows on the front line.
They ushered us through the stop sign.
All of them, witches.
Witches, witches, witches.
We found our way in the black out
We are the ghosts in the lighthouse.
All of us, ragmen.
Ragmen, ragmen, ragmen.
I want the open wound.
I want the dark street.
I want the virgin blood.
I want the wet heat.

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    I think its ratmen, I met plenty of witches and plenty.
    Of ratmen. Things arent what they seem, not many people see the world with their own eyes not many people can handle it, its easier to believe what you think someone else is seeing. Its worth it though, youll mosst likely be quite alone afterwards. People who argue about religion are fools, of course its real whether you like it or not someones making the calls. If your arguing about it your most likely already deep within some terrified ratmens powerful fear driven phantasmagoric deception.
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