| The many pleasures of the flash
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| Consummate my self indulgences
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| A being so beautiful as you tingles
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| The senses and pushes one to defilement
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| Like the lamb to the slaughter
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| What terrible things I would do to you
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| You are so beautiful
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| I bathe myself in the entrails of you
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| Submerge myself in your blood and wear your flesh
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| You are so fucking beautiful
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| You are so beautiful
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| I bathe myself in the entrails of you
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| Entangled in a pile of flesh and blood
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| Warm yet cold at the same time
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| Now is the time to reflect on
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| What could have been
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| Visions of delirium
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| And blurs of misleading laughter cry out
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| At one moment the words that were
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| Once spoken muffled by the distance
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| Of passing soon become clear
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| You are so beautiful
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| I bathe myself in the entrails of you
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| Submerge myself in your blood and wear your flesh
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| You are so fucking beautiful
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| You are so beautiful
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| I bathe myself in the entrails of you
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| With the last whispers of breath left upon your lips
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| You still reach to call out as if to say
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| Something that once was meant
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| But it distorts my ears as it has no meaning anymore
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| What was that you were saying? |
| I can’t hear you
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| Speak up, what? |
| Still not understanding
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| Sorry, Goodbye, goodbye |