I know that your soul surrenders, when you capture the sight of my red suspenders.
I have you in my claws of bone, So do you, behold our love has grown.
Don't you just love my red suspenders? Oh Yes, Your soul surrenders...
Don't you just love my bones, those stones that you touch the same stones that you love so much.
Don't you just love my cold hands, You are the one who understands.
Don't You just love my brown eyes, glassy religeous balls of ice the same balls that slash, slaughter and slice all those who oppose, no very pretty I suppose.
Don't You just love the fire within me, the same fire that fuels this anger, rage and despair...Aren't we a lovely pair?
Don't you just love my voice? That heavy sound that persuades you to rejoice.
You were talking with the widow before I came, that faithfull morning. She told you about an oldfaithfull orphan with a short lifespan, champion and urban partisan.
I used to have a strong will to survive now I don't but I am still alive.
Flying Fredi will elevate you, Decadent Daniel Decadence will declare, your departure to...
Mary, Have Faith in me...

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