The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate) - Cheap Sex and Paink**ers lyrics

one man, a coward waiting for bliss an open book lay with tattered pages never known sweet fragance of depression like new delicate aroma of slow d**h clings to the blind hung itself on a dream slit it's throat while he slept suffocate inebriate murder rub red eyes with bloody hands smearing tears and forgetting this paranoia fiegning one man, a coward waiting