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I became whole But my body was broken Ridden with age, I grabbed my last token Into the machine My luck was spent The scythe to my back To Hell I was sent Hell is a hole Hell is a mountain Whether you fall Or whether you found it You climb and you reach But the air just gets thinner You grind at your teeth But you are the dinner You fight and you wrythe But the chains cut you deeper You find what was lost And why you can't keep her I left my soul In a devil's arcade 'Neath a pile of clubs Hearts diamond and spades I tasted the blood And sulfur and ash The wine hit my teeth Like a tamer's quick lash My body was broken Whole was I made When I sold my soul In the devil's arcade
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
The Devil's Arcade
I became whole But my body was broken Ridden with age, I grabbed my last token Into the machine My luck was spent The scythe to my back To Hell I was sent Hell is a hole Hell is a mountain Whether you fall Or whether you found it You climb and you reach But the air just gets thinner You grind at your teeth But you are the dinner You fight and you wrythe But the chains cut you deeper You find what was lost And why you can't keep her I left my soul In a devil's arcade 'Neath a pile of clubs Hearts diamond and spades I tasted the blood And sulfur and ash The wine hit my teeth Like a tamer's quick lash My body was broken Whole was I made When I sold my soul In the devil's arcade
Lanigma
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
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