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You hold her eyes in open palms They sing the sacred psalms of our past And cold nights wield these idle minds and twist your broken spine take pride in your temporary fame its all that you can claim as your own and bold wives curse your heathen child as she screams her rebel cry, straight through the night old hands have strangled your mother blood stains your skin Letras de canciones now your creepin through city streets flashing crooked smiles at the porcelain prophets who've named your child where have all your sons gone? their mangeled hands will greet the dawn All hail the god forsaken queen As she rides the war machine to its grave And blind whores stumble through the door Beggin' her for more Don't relay this answer to the midnight dancers Who softly weep as they tread across the floor Where their mothers bore christ And they'll keep kicking til they die Well its all that gets them high Old hand Have strangled your mother Blood stains Your skin Lonley host, are you riding on the back of your ghost Is it hard to feel whats riding you? You speak to me through your clenched and rotting teeth Its hard to hear you breathing All you have left are your bones And the tide will carry you home Nothing will stay with you And the beggar's bride is asking who, who do i blame? From Letras Mania