| You came to me in my sleep
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| A succubus all dressed in red
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| Filth that you whisper is sweet
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| But it’s my dream so let it be said
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| You must have taken the wrong turn
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| You’ve ended up in hell
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| Hear me, temptress of the night
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| There is more than one demon here
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| I see temples I yearn to defile
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| 'Cause our horns hide divinity
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| And I think that the smell of your soft skin
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| Is no less than the last legal drug
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| So here’s my seditious and bold whim
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| Let’s drag the moon and make him watch
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| This grip will bloom into a bruise
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| These scars are your tattoos
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| Harlot, dyin' next to me
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| Is a pure ecstasy
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| What a night
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| What a sight
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| What a sin
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| Your moans turn into screams
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| The beasts of lust unleashed
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| This image is twisted yet somehow attractive
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| As your make-up flows down and glues your eyelashes
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| The beads of sweat race on your neck as you’re fighting
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| Your creeps that I yield make it much more exciting
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| So I’ll make you believe that God’s not watching now
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| Make you believe that you don’t wanna stop
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| Make you believe that you love to be hurt
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| Make you believe you’re as lonely as I am
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| Succubus, your horns are broken down
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| Succubus, your wings are torn apart
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| Your screams become whispers
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| And lords become slaves
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| And yet we’re still equals
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| As we march to our graves
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| I’m sad
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| We’re crying of men
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| We’re not
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| You said
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| We’re crying of monster
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| You’ve become
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| You’ve become
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| You’ve become
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| Harlot, dyin' next to me
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| Is a pure ecstasy
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| What a night
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| What a sight
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| What a sin
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| The tree fading away
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| The beast inside remained |