The Velvet Edge — My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

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spell which has made you forget everything! Cry me a killer, a boy and a girl Rise from the ashes and escape from the world Trails of fire lace the dreams in their heads The soft touch of desperation on The Velvet Edge Draw down the moon on this city scum born Where the painful sensations are mindless and torn The absence of windows is making them stir Tragedy chance is the Will of the Pure.

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