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A transparent heart can't hide it's blackest wish |
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Even blood |
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Pounding deceit |
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Only makes your motives clearer |
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Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise |
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But I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes |
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Now that you've she'd your skin |
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You suppose it's time to feed |
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Well I won't be your submissive prey |
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I've tamed my share of beasts |
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Now that you've she'd your skin |
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Don't assume it's time to feed |
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Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat |
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A transparent heart can't hide it's blackest wish |
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Even blood |
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Pounding deceit |
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Only makes your motives clearer |
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Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise |
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But I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes |
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Love is often gilded with a glaze of deceitful bliss to hide the darkness underneath |
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It's not what it seems |
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It's not what it appears to be |
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Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat |
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The more you devour |
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The more you crave the taste of the life you profess to care for |
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You will remain a slave to your own satisfaction |
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Until you drain the starvation from your eyes and see that I too know how to kill |
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I will ****ing kill |
