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Mary Jane Kelly Marionettes Demo

tell; a 3 second epic straight from the gates of hell we're the rejected lives grasping recycled lines, selling our cliche'd words to the weak tonight. We're the tightly wound marionettes

Can we survive through this storm? Can we trust the captain to fall with his ship, lets bolt his cheek to the door. He's the one that caused this mess

I guess the shows come to a close so tear the set down and move on. You're his little white pill full of disease and you've never looked better on your