| I scorn all virgin and tattered flesh
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| Disgusting victims of their own lies
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| I have belayed my deepest affection
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| With utmost vengeance i seek the end of
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| Breath giving life
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| Overwhelmed with no self control
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| I hunt and wait to strike
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| In my domain I dwell, I am master
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| Misplaced in hell for the sake of reaching heaven
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| Savoring this state of nostalgia
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| Which cannot
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| Will not
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| Does not exist
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| Cold flesh
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| Pale elegant and emaciated
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| Never adequate for life
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| Lust of your death
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| Enthralled by the taste of hypnotic tragedy
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| Here I dream lucid of the quietus of you
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| And all that you hold dear
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| Cleansed of my conscience
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| While spilling the blood within you
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| Anxiously awaiting the rapturous euphoria
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| I shall endure
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| There will never be forgiveness within my dominion
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| Misplaced in hell for the sake of reaching heaven
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| Savoring this state of nostalgia
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| Which cannot
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| Will not
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| Does not exist
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| Lust of your death
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| Enthralled by the taste of hypnotic tragedy
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| Here I dream lucid of the quietus of you
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| And all that you hold so dear
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| Cleansed of my conscience
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| While spilling the blood within you
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| Anxiously awaiting the rapturous euphoria
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| I shall endure |