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Death Angel Claws In So Deep

Claws in so deep they're ripping through the other side Lured into this trap with broken promises and lies Conceal the taste of turpentine and serpent

sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started

garden Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful Comes death on strange hour Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels

way and that. Oh, the beauty. Her luscious eyes, delicate fingers, clawed at her sodden bed. Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath of summer air and tasted death