Song | Dimera |
Artist | Lamb of God |
Album | Burn the Priest |
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With just a flick of the opal banded finger | |
I will throw you into a concentric mental decline. | |
I control your elation, | |
I control your depression. | |
I take as | |
I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir. (I take you under my black wing.) | |
I take you under my dark wing and nurture you in hate to dwell forever in a | |
Maison Blanche. | |
Purity through corruption, who am | |
I to blame when your basest instincts are realized? |