The Red Death Lyrics - Thrice
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entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me
weld the bolts and close the iron gate
drink deeply THE ILLUSION OF YOUR SAFETY,
my how wishful thoughts inebriate,
masquerade and revel in your opulence.
writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance.
swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy,
a dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe
you look so surprised to see me here,
with hells black wings did i overperch these walls,
for stony limits cannot hold me out,
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Thrice is God. | Reviewer: TheVolta | 10/12/2007
Nearly every song released by Thrice is a musical genious in itself. Thank the Lord for their existence.
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