Auction of the Human Hearts

They're all lined up for the big event
But no one will find the right one
Cause everybody's got a gun
Waiting for the right time to come.

Just take a turn and wait in you blood
Cause there's nothing more bothering then the god awful flood
Of the buyers that like to lie
And the auctioneers that comply
To the fake beating hearts

Just wait
for the start.

All those poor mutilated hearts
No one cares if they died too hard
Oh those poor mutilated heart
Drained dry of they're insides
The essences flowing....down.

"Well no this one's not bloody enough for me."
Yeah, "It's red but looks like a bashed up brain."
(This one's for 1,000)
Well you go and find one,
(Not good enough for me)
They're all fucking fakes.

Just wait
Just wait for the start

The masses come in millions
To revel in the wake,
Of those people who have died.
Just to give up the life
That ironically fill this room.

All those poor mutilated hearts
No one cares if they died too hard
Oh those poor mutilated heart
Drained dry of they're insides
The essences flowing....

Down, Down, down.

All those poor!
(mutilated minds)
They throw on the war!
(Die too hard)
Don't try to supress
Your want to bid.
On that

Last

Poor

Soul's

Remnants.

All those poor mutilated hearts
No one cares if they died too hard
Oh those poor mutilated heart
Drained dry of they're insides
The essences flowing....
Good-bye,

(This one's for 100? Do I hear 500?)
(Sold to the lady in black!)
(Yessir, I'll definitly be coming back)

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