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Love3 lyrics by Art Bergmann

I haunt this haus of horror
Guard my grimoire of grief
Succor and suffocate in sorrow
Just like a faith-shattered priest

Yea, I slum through the alley
Of howling evil despair
Flaunt my faux-ny street cred
To run the gauntlet there

She comes to me, the wounded warrior
To the Gathering Feast
She sings of love of hereafter others
Proposing Grace’s Release
So come to me, ye wounded lovers
Your keening will surcease
Running possessions diaretic obsessions
Light up the litter of love
Shoot the works thru veiny contractions
Still backed up in memory’s swamp

Regret wears thin
In this old skin
Now you’re gone
Your voice is dim
When I was all
I missed your call
Yet even now
Still somehow
I hear your plaint
„Use your youth when you can
Give your love while Alive”