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Skinny Puppy – Sore In A Masterpiece / Dead Of Winter lyrics
[something buried in intro about 20 seconds in]:"can't believe he's gotten it all sorted?"
Never in fear
Redder roar flare
Follow round
Lock 'em in sight
I'm sore in a masterpiece
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of reality
Insomnia stands by me with glee
Oh, sore in a masterpiece
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Urchin legion
In the night time
Fortune all (off?) feasts
Faschists for peace
That's reason I fashioned darkness
I'm sore in a masterpiece
Lot of love lost over all costs
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of reality
Insomnia stands by me with glee
(shot?/shock?)
I'm sore in a masterpiece
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of reality
Insomnia stands by me with glee
(I'm all better?)
Forget it forget it
Cry (for sanity?yourself to sleep?us inbetween?your savage way?)
I'm sore in a masterpiece
It's not my fault
(stuff in background distorted)
"watch closely"
"closer (closer, closer,...)"
It's Christ
It's Christmas eve
October bleak and desolate
There's frost murder in my (???) room
And still the pennies earned
The blood stained windows of night
It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter
I gaze into the [nursery?/rosary?]
I speak where is the vision
[decost?] and pray to priests in the dead of winter
The heart is [felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?] birds out of place
A paradise to call perfection
Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter
A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A memory that's what comedians are for
Reflection, reflection in my heart
The river of (???) swallow them?
To melt them enters love
Dead head don't worry
Become submerged repression [surge?/serve?] the church dead of... winter, winter ...cold
Here sauce is cold cold again again again I
(???)
They think the hot spot [?sent here and then?]
They don't know what it's like to live fuck
I'm not against (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)
Never in fear
Redder roar flare
Follow round
Lock 'em in sight
I'm sore in a masterpiece
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of reality
Insomnia stands by me with glee
Oh, sore in a masterpiece
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Urchin legion
In the night time
Fortune all (off?) feasts
Faschists for peace
That's reason I fashioned darkness
I'm sore in a masterpiece
Lot of love lost over all costs
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of reality
Insomnia stands by me with glee
(shot?/shock?)
I'm sore in a masterpiece
And I creep creep creep
Creep creep creep for a solid place
Ooh, you're frightened of reality
Insomnia stands by me with glee
(I'm all better?)
Forget it forget it
Cry (for sanity?yourself to sleep?us inbetween?your savage way?)
I'm sore in a masterpiece
It's not my fault
(stuff in background distorted)
"watch closely"
"closer (closer, closer,...)"
It's Christ
It's Christmas eve
October bleak and desolate
There's frost murder in my (???) room
And still the pennies earned
The blood stained windows of night
It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter
I gaze into the [nursery?/rosary?]
I speak where is the vision
[decost?] and pray to priests in the dead of winter
The heart is [felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?] birds out of place
A paradise to call perfection
Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter
A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A memory that's what comedians are for
Reflection, reflection in my heart
The river of (???) swallow them?
To melt them enters love
Dead head don't worry
Become submerged repression [surge?/serve?] the church dead of... winter, winter ...cold
Here sauce is cold cold again again again I
(???)
They think the hot spot [?sent here and then?]
They don't know what it's like to live fuck
I'm not against (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)
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