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I am not what I seem to be |
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This flesh is not reality |
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In some fantasy it may be cookies to go with the wine |
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In a dream it could be a rigid phallus inside of you |
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Silently through lifeless corridors |
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One where feces lie scattered, |
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one where the seeds of thousand saints burn and suffer the |
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agonies of the damned |
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Within you, beaten, whipped, so intensely fucked |
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I infect you with death |
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And when you swallow me, drinking the wine of insanity |
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Collapse into sickening divinity |
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I am the true god, I am superman, I am silent, I am invisible, I am the shadow of a shadow |
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I am unspoken, I am unsung, unseen |
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I am in your head, but I have never been |
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I am a reflection from a shattered looking glass |
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I am god |
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I am nothing, I am the devil in your flesh |
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And I am the whimper of the whipped beast |
