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Bacchanalia Lyrics - Artist : DOWN
Wringing of bodies, rang of lurid
Glade of swamp extent vast and degraded here Worshiper's mass motion, left to right Deeper fleur-de-lis-soaked institution Unfamiliar Chill the listener drain the blister A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia Creeping older fetishism laggard Of New Orleans horde de rigueur for mention Monday's repetition of Sunday's Is more easily planned than it is performed Born familiar Chilled distiller Follow it wrecked en masse Passing the glass, slaking the mass A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia Falling ruin zenith poison Stooping at each doorway's quasi customs Knocked-off feet cult-mull degenerate Dread the needed gloom under one domed roof Unfamiliar Chill the blister Drain the listener Born familiar Chilled distiller Passing the glass, slaking the mass A vacated Hypnos Endless bacchanalia There is an ocean waiting Amber wind blows And the wind blows Cry me a grave |
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