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Kiss Of Neptune

from Three of Cups by Mane Of The Cur

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Bleeding souls, strung up on rotting polls
Whispering screams, through their gaping holes

Their disease is leached, out from where it came
Blood for days, and no one is to blame

Kill the Man
or find the cure

Kill the Man
or find the cure

Force his end
true fate so unsure

Kill the Man
or find the cure

Infect the soul
the great saboteur

Staggering corpses, continuing their gate
falling thru the fissure, all consumed by hate

Kill the Man
or find the cure

Kill the Man
or find the cure

Force his end
true fate so unsure

Infect the soul
the great saboteur

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from Three of Cups, released September 29, 2015

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Mane Of The Cur Portland, Oregon

On a mountain of skulls, in a castle of pain, I sat on a throne of blood. What was will be, what is will be no more. Now is the season of evil.
Like the sun dear, up on high, we'll return dear to the sky. And we'll banish the pain, don't cry. Until tomorrow, this is goodbye. Tin unicorn, upon your pillow, cast off scorn and forget tomorrow.
They've come here for my soul, but I'll keep it with me.
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