| «All sins tend to be addictive
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| And the terminal point of addiction is always…
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| Damnation»
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| Filled with anguish, you feed on the weak
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| Seized up by the fear of yourself
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| Now scabbing the darkness for that quiet place
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| Where nothing really matters, no thoughts to erase
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| I am
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| The image of you
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| Lodged in there
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| Running high in your veins
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| Welcome to my hive
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| Where you can clear your twisted mind
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| Lay down by my side
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| Here you’ll see we are two of a kind
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| Twisting your flesh and burning your skin
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| Like a virus I find my way in
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| Choking your last breath of unsoiled air
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| Look deep in your soul and you’ll find me there
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| I am
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| The image of you
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| Lodged in there
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| Running high in your veins
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| Step into my hive
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| Here we’re all equally worthless
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| Stay right by my side
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| One false step and you might get burned
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| Surrender me your mind
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| Now I control your life’s desires
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| I won’t betray our feeble kind
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| Come with me, let’s bathe in that tempting fire
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| Piercing your skin
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| Push the needle in
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| I am
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| The image of you
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| Lodged in there
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| Running high in your veins
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| Welcome to my hive
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| Where you can clear your twisted mind
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| Lay down by my side
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| Here you’ll see we are two of a kind
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| Piercing your skin
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| Push the needle in
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| Come with me
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| Let’s bathe in that tempting fire |