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- Your touch appeals to my essence
(It creeps and I can’t resist)
I can’t ignore your presence
(Just bluff and dire mist).
Flows of venom through my veins
(Spit and enjoy your fall)
Hollow spirit remains
(Regrets? Not at all!)
Your cold embrace
(I’m almost at the edge)
Leaves a scar trace
(Shutting down my rage).
Verse:
My temple’s fading,
Neurons are dying out
Brain is evading
This shameful rout
I’m yours, take me in,
Flesh wants revenge.
My perfect sin
That I have to quench.
The shiver is deep
(Suffocating tranquility)
Your lips to keep
Your fate… My humility…
Verse:
My temple’s fading,
Neurons are dying out
Brain is evading
This shameful rout
I’m yours, take me in,
Flesh wants revenge.
My perfect sin
That I have to quench.