Текст песни Christian Death - Desperate Hell

I hear the rattles and tatters of home
kick over the buckets of the wells run dry
I can see, but I don't care
nothing is the best gift you can find

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on my past suffering
your voice is at last, smothering
to hell with your excuses
what do you know of desperation
you people never feel the pain
of dark eyed angels in a desperate hell
in a desperate hell

I hear the rattles and tatters of home
thrown over the edge, my eyes are dry
I sit in the darkness of my own device
and search my soul for a paradise

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eat my flesh and drink my blood
tomorrow I'll be crucified
eat my flesh and drink my blood
tomorrow I'll cry
yes, tomorrow I'll... die