| Cascade, scum locked out, the shallow in remain
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| Keep the little thought untested, keep the empire best unmade
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| This is a butchered down but not distracted empty vein
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| This is all beaten down but not diverted, make it full again
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| Submissive point, goddess money pushing gutter vice
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| This selfish prick hates your recoil, skin so sacrifice
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| This heart is old, takes the place of your soul
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| One collapsing victim on the serving plate to make it full
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| A rising start, screaming down the family fine
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| For every twisted turn, for every time there is a sign
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| This wicked thrill, this pleasure center overfill
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| Wretched is the serpentine, attempt to candy coat the pill
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| Behold this icon
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| Choking on the vestige of a tail
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| Shrinking hate on in the centre
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| Take it all in mercy, make it full again
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| Grounded line, keep the temptest pushing overtime
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| Formless, unfounded, reckless, without a rhyme
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| Bourne into a daze, drink it up in black malaise
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| Yellow stripe abstracted tempting ecstacy, so out of place again |