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I can smell your fear |
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You reek of insecurity |
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I know what you crave, what you need |
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I can be your dreams |
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I'll wander behind your eyelids like a grain of sand |
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This path leads to hell |
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You need to be thrashed and broken |
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I'll be your master and you can worship me |
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Adore me, love me above all |
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I'll feed your desire, make you happy |
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You need to be thrashed and broken |
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Death is a quiet room where all is peaceful |
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And desolate, where life is cursed |
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No glory, no vivid memories |
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No tales to tell |
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This path leads to hell |
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You need to be thrashed and broken. |
