malice of thorn

all the way down by the dirty shore
waiting for the one they call the dirty whore
bless me as I wait for the deceiver
hold my coat while i make you a believer
i see the straw bales
i see why we fall
i know the roads we ride
falling off the other side
fuck the song that makes me cry
pay of cop to forget the reasons why
now I give and wait for my reward
praise me and tell me I'm the lord
dirty vans show you were there in the beginning
doing all the things that show you are winning
i won't fail with the gun in the other hand
i shoot to kill in every corner of this dying land
sullen words don't try to tell me otherwise
wasted strokes working magic behind my eyes
the wind will stay and push you
this day will end i promise you

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