| Saturn turns the day to devil light
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| A meliorating, monstrous satellite
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| Shaded, we can speak in scimitars
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| Miter adder cuspids into darts
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| I’ll breathe out a bruise of allium
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| I’ll impel a lake to lithium
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| Mariner, I won’t unburden you
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| Sirens aren’t the worst I’ll put you through
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| Before the abject moment
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| Before the shove to nothing
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| Pressure builds, blood drums
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| All the reds aglow are the devil light
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| Pressure builds, blood drums
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| Fairest amber lily, decorate skin
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| And all my inside aggravate
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| Grow until I’m terraliminal
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| Before the abject moment
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| Before the shove to nothing
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| Pressure builds, blood drums
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| All the reds aglow are the devil light
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| Feed until you’re done
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| All the reds aglow are the devil light
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| Pressure builds, blood drums
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| Over morning after morning, I relent into boredom
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| I’m a mummy, a diffident
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| And through evening after evening
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| I invent my delivery to lover’s eyes
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| Pressure builds, blood drums
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| All the reds aglow are the devil light
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| Feed until you’re done
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| All the reds aglow are the devil light
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| Pressure builds, blood drums
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| All the reds aglow are the devil light
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| Feed until you’re done |