| Shove me aside, beating hard, lust perfect in time*
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| Shove me aside, breathing silently, lust, skin turn hard
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| The rush, the taste, the moans in pain
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| This act was never in vain
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| The lust, the warmth, the bleeding wounds
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| A kiss, tainted and tamed
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| The great grey angst, total emptyness, the sickening need for flesh
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| Use me to whatever you may find suitable for the longing sane
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| The rush, the taste, the moans in pain
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| This act was never in vain
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| The lust, the warmth, the bleeding wounds
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| A kiss, tainted and tamed
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| I beg you for mercy and to think of this act
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| As a simple solution for my mental sweat
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| The gnawing thoughts, the twitching limbs
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| All bearable for a touch of rust within
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| The last smell of livid flesh disappears
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| The kiss from the grave that no one hears
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| The game was forfeit she can see it clear
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| Her soul, her warmth no longer here
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| The last smell of livid flesh disappears
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| The kiss from the grave that no one hears
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| The game was forfeit I can see it clear
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| My soul, my warmth no longer here
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| The great grey angst, total emptyness, the sickening need for flesh
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| Use me to whatever you may find suitable for the longing sane
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| The rush, the taste, the moans in pain
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| This act was never in vain
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| The lust, the warmth, the bleeding wounds
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| A kiss, tainted and tamed
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| Perfecting the borders, I’m a dying breed
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| Damn it, I was not alone in this
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| Perfecting the borders, I’m a dying breed
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| Damn it, I was not alone in this |