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I creep into you fiending your
 [bad word] next mine
Abandoned wounds are bleeding
Rotting ignorance [bad word] bliss
My mind is searching
My mind is Fighting
My mind is thoughtless
Now
Your hear it?
You hear the torture
I'm on my knees
Begging your body
To wither
Don't you ignite me
This is not your time
It takes hold
This image of rapture infection you
Whole
Stripped, Stripped to the bone
Devoured for solace a place we both
Know
door opens to show a menace
Its primal justice for this vile crime
So slowly she devours
(slave)
My perfect utterance
(Decays)
Disown this penance away
(away)
For now it's on me
I could not see past fury
Maintained the [bad word] beast
My [bad word] and the motive
Has no theme
Now look into these eyes
And see the end of time
It takes hold this image of rapture
Infecting you whole
Stripped, stripped to the bone
Devoured for solace a place we both
Know.