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Only the beautiful drink from the bottle The samurais kiss their katana blades And the choir boys rinse The priests blackened fist because dead men cannot swim And our ties were sharp We aint hip Anymore Armies marched for days alone in beautiful glorified haze Bullets shrapnel and dust, painted people with English splayed guts Dogs chew the cusp between bitter licks.. Why, he screamed, the hospitals burning..move on Why, he beamed?.we're replicas! And if I brought you diamond rings Or a box of ancient gold Would you bring me back? And if I held the witches tooth Or the emperors last touch Would you steal me back Give me blood through your drip And I'll give you a soul. If you keep your promises I promise we'll turn gold?? From Letras Mania