[instrumental]
The seductive charm of innocence
Rapes your train of thought
Your fear can no longer hide
Feel the wrath
Of
Like the wicked rule the weak
Like all conquerors have
Call me what you will, but i'll not die for
Heightened pleasure, blackened name
Cataclysmic rush, engulfs thy veins
Fallin
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