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Something you should know about The Byronic Man Lyrics Title: Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man lyrics Artist: Cradle Of Filth Lyrics Visitors: 693 visitors have hited The Byronic Man Lyrics since May 27, 2008. As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar I proved it, improved it Drove a sonnet right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled fingertips Which throught me, for throught me Illuminati usually pissed But with words of some hurts worth I threw a party that extended God’s list Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me Reciting back the almanac of travesties They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto Grown wild this childe Whole harems defiled Faustina’s and Mina’s Lady Libertine and her sisters between her What spread of lies arise when lovers die Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch Crow against the virgin snow Grown colder, my shoulder Like a boulder beside her And bolder, not wiser My dark seed took up root inside her That mouldered, where older Beddings would hold a passionate sigh But laudanum and soda Lord Numb coda Merited a forest of inherited spite Fleeing grief for foreign maps I still played vampire aristocrat Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps Then shooting swans in a gondola I tripped my foot on a fallen star And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are The patron saint of heartache Can't see world is falling, the world is falling down Ever after, can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache Never craft a better bed of disaster… The patron saint of heartache They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Whereupon I tell them To go fuck their mothers As so… On my grave Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Maybe you are looking for: Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Lyrics for mp3 Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Lyric Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Letras Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Songtexte Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Lyrique Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Testo Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Referencias Tips to look for free audio clips (Don't use those tips to download illegally. To buy music is always the best way to support your idols) |
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