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Mach Schau
All Saints Day
Crowning of a Heart
Counting Off the Days
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We had a mod-fuck jubilee
To celebrate our broken hearts
We carved tombs from the rocks and stones
And transformed them into art
We gave the plot a twist
Blew the past a kiss
Turned it upside down
To quench fiending lips
Freak sons and forgotten ones
Who disappeared before the Flood
Tell-tale signs of our thoughts and minds
Have been encoded into blood
We spun the wheels of the Armageddon
Just to see what it would bring
With blood and rain it will spin again
Let the voice of judgment sing: Mach Schau!
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It was All Saints Day
Wind and rain hit my face
Ripped apart from lack of grace
Now so torn
You never said
All of this would end so strange
Walk to a church across the bridge
Find my shame
Never been the type to confess
It all seemed to waste away
When your double-tongued mouth opens wide
Everybody knows you can't hide forever
November fades
Never could put this mind to rest
Step in the cold and on the mess
Feeling scorned
I found myself
Hinting with nothing to give or show
Never gave a care until now
Now it's late
Never been the type to confess
It all seemed to waste away
When your double-tongued mouth opened wide
Everybody knows you can't hide forever
Pariah prophet faltering way too much
Crazed crusades got me in a crux
Like a mute without a voice
With a bottle in my hand, make some noise
It was All Saints Day...
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Crowning of a heart, textures and shades
A bitter London night on the motorway
You looked so divine, back in the seat
Wicked desires ablaze in me
Back inside the house, into the room
Watching as the lights slowly fade from view
Couldn't even talk, what could you say?
Every thought just racing away
Crowning of a heart, textures and shades
Crescents in her eyes as we gaze away
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Counting off the days
How could I be so afraid?
So much nearer my gloom
That much nearer without you
I've been on the run
From the dirt you talk about everyone
So much nearer my gloom
That much nearer without you
And it's so hard to starve...
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Eyes obscured, by those bangs
Sun is shielded, by your shades
Kick it on the corner
Leather coat and safety pins
You got some Berlin moves
And you smoke your Berlin cools
And it's 1977
You were ragged at the dawn
With last night ringing in your ears
Kids are hopped up now
They are ready to go
In this burned out, shell of a place
Everyone, everybody, hustle around
They were looking for that fiery chord
To make this troubled sound
You were ragged at the dawn
With last night ringing in your ears
Kids are hopped up now
They are ready to go
You said they'd hate you first
But now they're coming 'round
You said you were a curse
But now your look has changed
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