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I swear by my sin loving soul |
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I can taste your sins all over me |
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I see the broken angels with splintered halos |
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I'm the serpent swallowed by the sun |
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My gentle obsession with corrupt nutrition |
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I can taste the madness dripping from your tongue |
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Between the spaces to scratch the itch |
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My sins of excess prove to me that |
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I existMy lips drip secrets of the flesh |
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They fold into a blade and beg make me wet |
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I can't help myself, sweet tooth |
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Seduced by my obsession |
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I'll build my own religion |
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So I can taste the secret places that set you on fire |
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Honey, you are my favorite, most dangerous fascination |
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Tempt me devil, teach me what you think |
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I needHer fingers are |
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Caesar, slowly conquering me |
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We move like |
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Buddhas, twisted in a silent scream |
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Our souls explode and merge with the |
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Shiva frequency |
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The meat is sweet, is it love or is it lies? |
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To burn in the heat of the fire in her eyes |
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My lips drip a soft song of love and flesh |
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That folds into blade and begs make me wet |
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I can't help myself, sweet tooth |
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Seduced by my obsession |
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I'll build my own religion |
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So I can taste the secret places that set you on fire |
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Tempt me, teach me, feed me, heal me |
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I feel like being bad |
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The tyrant of my desire, a blushing rosebud begging to be plucked |
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I feel like being inside you, baby, it was an atomic testing site |
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Explosive corrosive but oh, what a delight |
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They say the body's a temple and desires a sacrifice |
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And devils speak, angels weep for my scared appetite |
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Seduced by my obsession |
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I'll build my own religion |
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So I can taste the secret places that set you on fire |
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Explosive, corrosive but oh, what a delight |
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Devils speak angels weep for my sweet tooth's sacrifice |
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Take my temperature, baby, this is what you taste like |
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When our souls collide |
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I can conquer everything that defeats me in life |
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Feed me, eat me, drink me |
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Promise me that |
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I'll never be bored and |
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I'll be yours tonight |
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And this is what you taste like |
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And this is what you taste like |
