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lirik lagu midnight – prime sinister

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he was the s*d*st that would raise the dead, made to shred patience like it’s bacon on a shade of bread
he would break*in to the bas*m*nts and the vacant sheds, taking meds then replaying statements he was made to dread
he would fade into complacence as he stayed, instead making beds as he waiting patiently to take the heads
but their lateness was the basis of his aching legs, snaking threads of his entertainment he had made to fled

dining swung
as he’d try to pirate a reclining lung, highly strung, he’d deny the quiet with his shining tongue
he was pining misalignment with the dying sun, buying guns to imply the riot of the dying young
he would whine of the design of his desired fun, hired gun for the dire quiet of a crying nun
he’s defiant in his siphoning of drying slums, lying dumb with a knife inside of his inspired tongue

living in the city of the sin like
divvy up the crippling of pitying a king like
and i’m pretty with a ditty and a windpipe
sitting with the grittiest of writtens when it’s midnight

living in the city of the sin like
divvy up the crippling of pitying a king like
and i’m pretty with a ditty and a windpipe
sitting with the grittiest of writtens when it’s midnight

chasm of the void
it’s the spasms that were damaging this droid, it would stammer as his grammar was destroyed
scanners were deployed through the plasm that’s enamoured with this toy, it bedazzled the assassin of his joy
tragic, he was buoyed by the panic, he was manic in his poise, he would vanish in the static and the noise
planets were destroyed in the damage of its halogens, the void was the annals of the animals of freud
pariah in the dust
it’s a fire, he was dying as he must, she was crying on the pyre of his trust
dire in his l*st, she’s a liar that inspired his disgust, she inquired of the spire that combusts
aspired to be just, it was prior to the fire and the dust, he was vying for the pyre to be crushed
desire to be mush, he was crying for the choir that was hushed as his wires were retired in a rush

living in the city of the sin like
divvy up the crippling of pitying a king like
and i’m pretty with a ditty and a windpipe
sitting with the grittiest of writtens when it’s midnight

living in the city of the sin like
divvy up the crippling of pitying a king like
and i’m pretty with a ditty and a windpipe
sitting with the grittiest of writtens when it’s midnight

living in the city of the sin like
divvy up the crippling of pitying a king like
and i’m pretty with a ditty and a windpipe
sitting with the grittiest of writtens when it’s midnight

living in the city of the sin like
divvy up the crippling of pitying a king like
and i’m pretty with a ditty and a windpipe
sitting with the grittiest of writtens when it’s midnight

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