Baudelaire

And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
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 Baudelaire
 The only sin in this world of pain
 In this world of shame
 In this world of heartache
 The only sin in this world unjust
 In this world of lust
 In this world distrusting
 The only sin in this world corrput
 Where passions erupt
 And end abrupt
 Is a crime
 With no great gestures cry
 Its eyes, with no great evils shine
 Here among all the vicious beasts
 With their blood lust feast
 Ordained by black priests
 Here among poison viper's bite
 A police gunfight
 In the unknown night
 Is a man
 With no great master plan
 No deadly weapon clutching in his hand
 You'll never see the light
 In the darkest night
 Never see the light
 Never see the light
 When the boredom comes
 If you're one of the boring ones
 The only crime in this violent place
 With lies two faced
 Where loves disgraceful
 Crimes committed with sharpened knives
 And wasted lives
 Of those who are forced
 To shove
 And murder the peace dove
 There is no higher calling from above
 You'll never see the light
 Quell this appetite
 Never see the light
 Never see the light
 When the boredom comes
 When you're one of the boring ones