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CEMETERY GIRL. She comes equipped with her very own crypt, a churchyard that lurks inside her; the dead rise up from their yawning graves, all those who did once divide her – those who entered her cemetery gate, supplicants to her supple cunt. They left a piece of their soul to animate their rotting memory each month… hit it! Her fertile womb, the walls of a tomb – a boneyard where many seek to lay. Around her sepulchre circle the vultures; they dive and strike when they may. She ain’t no succubus, she’s just a woman drawing her pleasures to her breast – but for my own health, I must hunt down those dead and stake them and lay them to rest… yes. Now I lay not softened in a velvet-lined coffin – premature burial ain’t no lie. The walls cave in and hug me, suffocate me – I cannot breathe but I feel so alive. So now it seems that I’m to be next – for this moment I’ve waited and prayed; I lay my memory in the casket within, and her smile is as bright as the day…

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from Champagne Tragedy, released June 16, 2007
Matthew R. Davis: vocals, theremin, glockenspiel, synth bass, tambourine, fire extinguisher, samples.
Tom Kilsby: drums.
Owen Gillett: keyboards.
Paul Hutchinson: guitars.
Adam Crocker: turntables.

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