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Blood and Magik
04:13
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Staring at blank canvas, thinking of what I can make.
Fine little details, something unique and great.
Art formed from obsession, fake memories are grey.
Eyes reawaken but something's different.
And with that venomous stare with blood and magik everywhere.
And with that venomous stare with blood and magik everywhere.
Don't remember what drew me definitely not the heart.
Mark of the scorpion her curse wrapped around for miles.
No it's a trap don't stay must be my undoing.
On death ears again, on death ears again.
And with the venomous stare with blood and magik everywhere.
And with that venomous stare with blood and magik everywhere.
And with that venomous stare with blood and magik everywhere.
And with that venomous stare with blood and magik everywhere.
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Time slows still and you fade away.
Again and again, again and again.
What happened to all your thrills?
Guess they were all just a waste in the end.
Got me wrapped around trapped by selfish foul.
He only moved to the next target.
With that devious smile, a pretty noise wrapped around.
It's all a trance, it's all a trance.
I don't care where they go what's left is simply dull.
Cigarettes and angel wings.
I don't care where they go what's left is simply dull.
Cigarettes and angel wings.
All your creative spills, show the devilish way you feel.
To live and die, to live and die.
Weird to never lie, but at least I'm still alive.
Far from the unknown, far from the unknown.
I don't care where they go what's left is simply dull.
Cigareetes and angel wings.
I don't care where they go what's left is simply dull.
Cigarettes and angel wings.
Tired, tired.
I don't care where they go what's left is simply dull.
Cigarettes and angel wings.
I don't care where they go what's left is simply dull.
Cigarettes and angel wings.
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Fallen Aingeal
05:16
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Is there something that you whispered in my ear.
Should me everything I wanted everclear.
Dancing in wild planes.
Judgement falling rain.
Woke up to find you gone.
And all that time lost.
Know what they say about fallen aingeals.
Can never trust them not at all.
Know what they say about fallen aingeals.
Can never trust them not at all.
Is this just deja vu?
Or am I dreaming again.
Guess I knew that he would lose.
And life resumes again.
Know what they say about fallen aingeals.
Can never trust them not at all.
Know what they say about fallen aingeals.
Can never trust them not at all.
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Wolfsbane
04:38
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Only lonely days you smell old grey.
A burning sting leaves you no feelings.
Pathogens fly and leave you paralyzed.
Slow down your heart and become who you are.
Feel the pain reach down your throat.
Ancient wolfsbane you know.
Feel the pain reach down your throat.
Ancient wolfsbane you know.
The cold hand grip of devils and curses.
Roaming at night to escape from fright.
Temptation alive, immortal paradise.
Think of the price if you want a true life.
Feel the pain reach down your throat.
Ancient wolfsbane you known.
Feel the pain reach down your throat.
Ancient wolfsbane you know.
Purify yourself.
Feel the pain reach down your throat.
Ancient wolfsbane you know.
Feel the pain reach down your throat.
Ancient wolfsbane you known.
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Tony Lio Pennington, New Jersey
Singer-songwriter from Pennington, New Jersey who specializes in the genres of alternative rock, proto-punk and indie rock.
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