Schaft - The HEROINside

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He comes to me The man with no face A hero in a mask of raw flesh He is a simple genius Flower blood cells The hero inside my brain Oh the burning sands, the greasy rope Electric hands, my broken hope, my mind machine I feel my stomach chums… Bathsheba burns! The blood red rain will stain your name BEHOLD THE LORD OF PAIN He speaks I cannot hear But I understand He plugs me into his socket I slip into his brain Flower blood sells The hero inside my brain… oh Yours is the mark One hopeless dream And comes your guilt This sordid stream My mind machine I feel my churns Bathsheba burns The blood red rain Will stain your name BEHOLD THE LORD OF PAIN
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