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You come to me as the flies to the spider blinded from my intellectual darkening |
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Try to move in the holographic image of choice and |
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I'll project you one of my corridors |
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The cobweb is so carefully woven |
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That even the veil dressed fates bow with admiration. |
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It has so many ways, countless like my names |
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How I adore to mask the truth so that only the worthy of my generosity could find it. |
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I can wait enthrowned in the center of this necropolis, with patience built upon the solid stones of millenniums |
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Keep feeding on the notorious lotus swallowing my sweet promises to sustain your lie made world |
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Every bite erases the instinct so you'll become so clean, so empty keep on feeding me |
