| Yearning for the crass in dusk to fall
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| I can feel the pulse of a temptress stare
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| It begs seduction coiled curse a spark of severance
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| Trite reflection in sacred enlightenment
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| Cold divinity is choking and tears at flesh
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| We scream to breathe — fight for confinement
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| So live and let die — loveless and goodbye
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| Deaden the bright of blue eyes and red skies
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| That captures this deep disturbance
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| Discovering the destruction of true enemies
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| Within our selves lay dormant with accusation
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| In the comfort of self indulgence
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| Scratch the itch that spells disaster
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| To shed the praise in righteousness
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| Carry this message of confession
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| To the addict who still suffers
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| With so much to hide and nothing to offer
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| In this covert glass house of deviance and sympathy
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| We destroy refuge — we destroy everything
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| So how will we sleep tonight
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| Welcome the remedy dead ends of bitter reality
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| A common count for a sadist and a queen
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| Embellished devotion hexed from worship
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| Staggers the relevance of tyranny
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| Shards from whispers and insight
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| Split the clean slate of sanctuary
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| Subtle overture invades space
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| Imposing restrained desire
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| Infesting each mistake to
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| Suspend all discipline
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| They fight for air
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| We run for cover
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| So make me your fledgling and lay me down |