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I hear the ratters of tatters of home Kick over the buckets of the wells run dry I can't see but I don't care Nothing is the best gift you can find Peru Resh! On my past suffering, the voices at last smothering To hell with your excuses, what do you know of desperation You people never feel the pain, of dark eyed angels in a desperate hell I hear the ratters of tatters of home Thrown over the edge, my eyes are dry I sit in the darkness of my own device And search my soul for a paradise Peru Resh! Eat my flesh and drink my blood Tomorrow I'll be crucified Eat my flesh and drink my blood Tomorrow I'll cry Tomorrow I'll die From Letras Mania