Angry little teeth, sharpened
pearl cuts and bitten,
my bruised lips if
In my field of blood, in my gown of thorns
In
Five percent of the human race are dominant over the
Embers and ashes, sweet-smelling dust
are all that remains of a
Frigid idol, I'm cold as stone
I feel my bones break,
God told me to do it, in fact he said
Let me whisper to you, tell you all that I
When every hour is uglier than the one that passed
Crushing pain, my soul shall die
Big girls don't complain and
Manouche, the sky is wide
reflected in your eyes
Black as a
A raging beast that nothing will silence
This dark hunger burning
It's for me, the wonder drug of the century
Now I
The fantasy is about power, it is really about control
A
Swimming, swimming,
swimming in those arms
whose embrace I knew before
only in
I got a deep dark secret, that no one knows
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