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Why did you invent the need To die in my direction? No point to this except for That look of yours Why did you invent the need To die in my direction? The slightest provocation You're writhing in contortion Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air Why did I believe tonight Would offer me an answer? The times I choose are always inappropriate Why did you want me to See you die a little faster? Desirable disaster Desirable disaster Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air To catch and rub our bodies black Raising each fallen comrade Letras de cancionesHigh on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air I don't want nothin' from you But maybe just enough for me Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air To catch and rub our bodies black Raising each fallen comrade High on the pyre Victory cinders flying through the air From Letras Mania