| Soaked in superstitions
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| Prayers doused in black and set ablaze
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| A piss gold sky opened up for the storm
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| A birthing of a union of malaise
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| In gutters lined with spit I lay in wait
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| Gnawing at the thrill of finding home
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| Entrapment of a passion led by fate
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| A scorched and lust lorn path forever roamed
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| [Pre Chorus}
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| This sickness, ageless torment
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| Fuel my appetence for endless conquest
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| A consistent yearning for the taste of the catch
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| The wolf waits patient for the perfect attack
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| Commitment to complications
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| A lecherous boiling plot, a binding glue
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| The cries of demise muffled deep beneath the claws
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| God is fictitious, heaven is you
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| Entrenched in salvation
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| A torment welcomed warm with fascination
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| A palette refined in torture’s design
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| The sickly sweet of chasing domination
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| [Pre Chorus}
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| This sickness, ageless torment
|
| Fuel my appetence for endless conquest
|
| A consistent yearning for the taste of the catch
|
| The wolf waits patient for the perfect attack
|
| Commitment to complications
|
| A leacherous boiling plot, a binding glue
|
| The cries of demise muffled deep beneath the claws
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| God is fictitious, heaven is you
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| Systematic deceptions
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| A feral comprehension of creation
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| Poised for this entangled affair of selfless indulgence
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| Destroy the tame nature of calculation
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| Sink deep inside this alpha stage
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| This delusion of satisfaction |