WE ARE THE LUST
We Are The Lust
Hold a Knife, Blooded
To The Throat of Love
Hold the Knife Blooded
To The Throat of Love
Hold a Bloodied Knife
To The Throat of Love
We Are The Lust
That Comes From Nothing
We Are The Lust
As They Turn to Dust
As They Ground to Dust
A Crown of Tears
We Are the Lust
We Are The Lust
That Comes From Nothing
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