Slayer

GRAZE THE SKIN WHIT MY FINGERS TIPS
THE BRUSH OF DEAD COLD FLESH PACIFIES THE MEANS
PROVOCATIVE IMAGE DELICATE FEATURES SO SMOOTH
A PLEASAN FRAGRANCE IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON
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DANCE WHIT THE DEAD IN MY DREAM
LISTEN TO THEIR HALLOWED SCREAMS
THE DEAD HAVE TAKEN MY SOUL
TEMPTATION'S LOST ALL CONTROL

SIMPLE SMILES ELUDE PSYCHOTIC EYES
LOSE ALL MIND CONTROL RATIONALE DECLINES
EMPTY EYES ENSLAVE THE CREATIONSOF
OF PLACID FACES AND LIFELESS PAGEANTS

IN THE DEPTHS OF A WIND INSANE
FANTASY AND REALITY ARE SAME

GRAZE THE SKIN...
DANCE WHIT THE DAED ÏN MY DREAM...