A Girl A Gun A Ghost Beware the Tales of Scorpions Lyrics

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The furnace is cold, the timber rotten and old
The parasites have found the time to kill something bold

It’s a lover’s embrace without the lovers
It’s the thrill of the chase without the hunters!
It’s the satisfaction of the other’s reaction as they’re going under!

Our embrace carried us into town
No longer alone, their eyes on fingertips and throwing ghosts
You know who you are; you know what you’ve done
I know where you are and what you have become

I justify my right tonight to take these words, sharp as a knife
And gut your memory, severing the ties that bind
You were my Judas; your lips still burn my cheek
You were a liar
You are a liar

Imprisoned to this ball and chain
If I cannot break it am I able to be Cain?
I cannot love
I shall not hate
I will give anything to feel it’s not too late

It’s betrayal from one soul another
It’s a fury that burns with all the others
It’s emancipation. Infatuation. Desecration

I cannot live. You will not die. I cannot live while you are alive

You are dead to me

We are your failed children. We are your broken dreams
We are your faith denied. We are your jealous screams
We are the murdered. We are the murderers
We are the victims. We are your weapons
We’ll raise a glass to the one-eyed moon!
With the subtlety of dynamite the brothel will swoon
Hurling their harlots screaming in scarlet
Muttering hymns for the nearly departed

The future has been set ablaze with the words of burning prophets
We’re blind to golden yesterdays and their shimmering corruptions…

But I can see all too well

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