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Black Cat
02:05
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There's a voice in my head and it's filling me with dread she's a well of teen angst with the poison in her fangs got me split on two sides Dr. Jekyll Mr. Hyde and I know tonight she's gonna take a little bite you can run and hide but you know it's suicide you can run and hide but you know she'll find got a closet I keep all the skeletons asleep she's gonna cut them loose let 'em dance around the room god I beg for purgatory just to end this awful story got the black cat's eyes and she's counting down my lives
I was just taking a stroll now I am paying death's toll
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Same Blood
01:50
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Lions and tigers and bears, they're all the same blood
Good and evil, aren't you a Knievel
Daring to explain, what the difference is
Church and steeple, look at all the people
Searching for the reason why we all live
Truth or dare, you're looking everywhere
For a sign to say that you're good enough
Run or hide, you know you cannot fight
This desire inside you, so take off the gloves
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You made a choice for infamy. You wore the night and tore away with me. A road to ruin, highway to hell. Bullet casings hit the floor. Sounds just like wedding bells. A half tank of gas. A chamber of laughs. A graveyard satisfied. Where we leave our will to die. Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws. Matchstick fingernails against the walls. Light a fire in this cage of sin. Claw me open and come right in. A manic quest to get our kicks. The venom when I suck the poison from your kiss. It keeps me high. It keeps you sane. The glee I get when something snaps inside your brain.
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Torn Apart
04:26
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Can't you see this breaks my heart?
I can't go on, I'm torn apart.
I can't bear this cross no more.
I need your hand to guide my sword.
To the depths I let you go.
Your last words, I will never know.
Can't you see why I still weep?
I must fulfill my destiny.
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The Paris Morgue
01:39
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The mannequins are on display
on gray slabs where corpses lay—
shed of clothes and dignity
for families to stare in glee.
Venders on the streets all hawk
small treats to munch on while you gawk.
Who comes to confess to a crime,
free the corpse enwreathed in lights?
Bold faces press up to the glass—
Two lost souls: of kin, perhaps?
Crushed are parasols and hats,
the gasps of girls prone to collapse.
When Death goes on a holiday
papers have nothing to say.
People thin on out a’glum:
“What now will we all do for fun?”
Bloated corpses pulled out of the Seine.
Bloody bodies sit without a head.
Beneath the headlines fashioning the script—
The Paris Morgue: a family favorite trip!
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Stranger in the Shadows
03:48
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Get dolled up babe.
Midnight escapade.
The denim and leather are calling my name.
Let's walk through the grave.
I've got my switchblade.
Let's form us a pact in the dirt where we lay.
The dead let us pass.
We fog up the glass.
The streetlights upon you melt away the wax.
A drink from my flask.
You tilt back and laugh.
There's love in the fear that we will never last.
Oh, won't you call my name?
Are you getting afraid?
Is it what you see?
Well, don't believe me.
A knock on the glass.
A bone chilling rasp.
A shadow is looming with eyes looking back.
You let out a gasp: it's on the attack!
Pulls me from the window and drags to the black.
This isn't a game.
The darkness ain't tame.
The hands wrapped in shadows are seeking to maim.
Amidst all the play
You shout out to say,
"The figures before me are one and the same!"
Oh, won't you call my name?
Are you getting afraid?
Is it on a whim?
Well don't believe him.
Doppelgänger,
noose and hanger.
The imposter has good posture.
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Jimmy Dread Asheville, North Carolina
Jimmy Dread is the solo moniker of drummer and poet JR Rhine. The music can only be described as "sonic alchemy."
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