toi flourish in your disciples bringing
You pleasure in so many masturbated ways
Until you’ve simply no use for them any more
And then they will remain and suffer in your
Concentrated haze
Devotion toi seek from them is the starvation
And abolishment of their little souls
But toi escape all responsibility in that
Because of course toi were the one (yeah of course)
Who was hurt more
All the ones who dared to traverser, croix paths
Seen your rabid dog bait
And it’s funny how it’s always the same
Old familiar story
You no longer hold that power
You’re letting in a man gone sour
It’s too bad toi ever let me in
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