| Line by line, single file.
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| Holy valentine, blistered smile.
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| Your stench pollutes my lungs and soul.
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| Selfish addiction, no control.
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| Indivisible, divided you rot.
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| Suicidal ideation, fear not.
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| One by one, foam at the mouth.
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| All for fun, tongues hanging south.
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| Euphoric religious ecstasy.
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| Deadly laboratory doused in empathy.
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| Indivisible, divided you rot.
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| Suicidal ideation, fear not.
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| So what do you need? |
| Please take it from me.
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| Whatever you need, I’ll feed your disease.
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| Chemical imbalance, searching for a fix.
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| Salivating and begging, looks like you’ve found your niche.
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| Hands and knees are covered in your family’s spit.
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| Let the thought that they can live without you drive your crusade.
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| From the first tear you shed, to the curtain call for the dishonored dead.
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| May sin guide you to your final deeds.
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| What is your disease? |
| Your greed feeds your need.
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| What do you believe? |
| Join the deceased. |