Satans Smile
Precious rose take this life from me
It’s getting lovely and I can’t use it anymore
White roses and I’d smile if happiness got any closer
I’ve bared my arms and I don’t know what for
Memories dangle from gazing posters
And I don’t know how much longer
I can pleasure this holster
I’m grasping for Satan’s place
I got my head down, walking toward Satan’s face
Tiptoeing just above the sun
Fingertips just below these stars singing and praises
I left my life outside that bar
Struck me down
In return for my every blasphemous sound
I miss you my friend and I can’t take it
My abuse grant’s me peace
Take this needle and sooth my misery at least
I’m grasping for Satan’s place
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