Devil's Velvet Carpet

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With every shout came a knuckle

Every cry out marked another buckel

I can't cry, but i bleed tears

Forever demons fuel my fears

I see the devil, in his viens run mud

In his garden grows hearts of blood

His phrophets hold me by the choker chain

Velvet carpet covered in a blood stain

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