DEKADENS DEVILS LYRICS
Like a little kiddie who's lost,
Like a parasite who dates ghosts.
Like an angel who's drunk with faith,
Bleeding his light to save the day...
Push it, push it, down on me,
Feel my calling, left to see...
Like a poor boy who dies alone,
Like a murder you hear on the phone.
Like a preacher touching girlies,
Bleeding his faith for the devils...
Push it, push it, down on me,
Feel my calling, left to see...
Push it, push it, down on me,
Feel my calling, left to see...
Push it, down on me.
Stop! Push it, down on me. X3
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