Like an nunce in an opium den Like the fire of A dozen man Like smoke that clouds my brain I can taste the rage pumping in my veins Like two asian beauties on my left Like A snake I can taste their sweat Like the blade of A dear old friend Her tongue in my mouth reaching for the end Like A beast I can smell her breath Like the sweet bitter kiss of death Like A rattlesnake ready to kill Im twirling around as the time stands still Like the sun burning up my skin Like my tears wash away my sins Like her body for my soul to rub Im drinking lust from A golden cup I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands Like sand up the hourglass Like A flame I can feel the wrath Like A coin falling through my hand Try to catch but I know I cant Like A roach crawling in my skin Like A saint I can feel my sin Like A roach running down my spine Oh, Lord cant you see that the nite is mine? I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands Like an nunce in an opium den Like the fire of A dozen man Like smoke that clouds my brain I can taste the rage pumping in my veins. I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands Like an nunce in an opium den Like the fire of A dozen man ... Like an nunce in an opium den Like the fire of A dozen man Like smoke that clouds my brain I can taste the rage pumping in my veins. I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands
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