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roses that you bring give to one another I don't know why they're dying for your love in love we sacrifice them how morbid, how morbid and now our graves surround them how morbid, how morbid the cross that killed the man nails driven into his hand cried to the sky am I dying for your love? now you kiss your rosary, your crucifix justify a murder you really like to bleed your martyr in love we sanctify them how morbid, how morbid and now our graves surround them how morbid, how morbid in love we sacrifice them how morbid, how morbid and now our graves surround them how morbid, how morbid Aus Songtexte Mania