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Sore In A Masterpiece / Dead Of Winter Lyrics

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(???)
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