The Devil Herself

By To Elysium

On Dearest Vile

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[This one is about a combination of already mentioned subjects: religion, love, parasites. It's clear enough.]

Slow me down and lay my head

To rest and sleep with yours

Like a river runs it's course

Sometimes we grow to care too much

'Till we're a little too slow

Sometimes I say grace peacefully

When your sympathy is killing me

Exit Eden enter Elysium

Something for wounded love

Exit Eden enter Elysium

Something for the pain

Now we're sober and fucked up again

The Fall of Man fell within

Stuck inside and cutting up

Dust we are and to dust we cling

Pain is more a lover

Than the Devil herself