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Gone to raise the word again...looking for an ego mission...Whining for a dead romance...suicide clubs are your emission...
x2

*slide up e string*
*riff* alone
*riff* band joins
*4 held bass notes*

Human hearts have desires, teenagers have remorse. Men are found killing themselves, women mourning for his corpse. They want a brand new freedom, family has no thoughts. Suicide was the herb that ripped everyone apart.

Hourglasses touch your heart now, villages weep for your son. Daugthers fill the empty coffins, parents grieve over the corpse.
At your right hand there's no righteous, enemies of the trust, convicted of all judgement which child fell for us.

Gone to raise the word again, looking for an ego mission. Whining for a dead romance, suicide clubs are your emission. Asking for a seventh chance begging for a midnight session, whining for a dead romance, suicide clubs are your emission.
x2

Independence has no limit, ignorance and bliss no more. Crystal rain fears transcending, flowers die for response. Forecast show intermission, legends attempt to be born. God's children at your doorstep, everyone say's no more.

Hourglasses touch your heart now, villages weep for your son. Daugthers fill the empty coffins, parents grieve over the corpse.
At your right hand there's no righteous, enemies of the trust, convicted of all judgement which child fell for us.

Gone to raise the word again, looking for an ego mission. Whining for a dead romance, suicide clubs are your emission. Asking for a seventh chance begging for a midnight session, whining for a dead romance, suicide clubs are your emission.
x2

*Piano/Synthy bridge?*

Daughters fill the empty coffins...
Gods children at your doorstep...
Men are found killing themselves...
Whining for a dead romance...
Gone to raise the word again...
Hourglasses touch your heart now...

SUICIDE WAS THE HERB THAT RIPPED EVERYONE APART!

Gone to raise the word again, looking for an ego mission. Whining for a dead romance, suicide clubs are your emission. Asking for a seventh chance begging for a midnight session, whining for a dead romance, suicide clubs are your emission.
x2

*Dark/Evil piano/synth outro*