Blood Red Wine

Feast or famine is a glass of blood red wine that stains the parted lips of lovers
A group of satanists from New York to the Nile impose their will at will to own ya

The vaults of banks are filled with promissory lies
The one that counts is filled with nothing
Pay off you debts and live outside the widening gyre
It gets wide at the rim of horror

The state of constant fear extraordinary lies come from beyond the hills of Europe
Go fetch your sisters here and have them stand in line the wolves audition girls with fervor

Feast or famine is a glass of blood red wine that stains the parted lips of lovers
A group of satanists from New York to the Nile impose their will at will to own ya



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Chejoka
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