The imperfections of earthly beauty mean nothing to me as
And I curse your world, and I curse your sun...for
My heart once fell in decadence, for my all I've
coil broken...perchance to leave a soul, perchance to sleepwhen i
kiss the blood off your hands, i know its mine,
nothing more i've wanted, i was so naivenothing more to
Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful?Confess to
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