Isn't this enough to feed your lust does the blood not
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satisfy your tongue it used to kill the cravings it used to soothe the beast
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I used to chant the
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suicide mantra and it was all that I could hear and you waited for the endge
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so you could be
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the vulture so you could feast away but now you grow impatient and the hymn
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is not enough
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you're begging for the symphony and calling for the maestro to strike up the
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band and cut my
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feeble throat isn't this enough isn't this your ride playing with the
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handgun painting with my
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blood and constructing ugly portraits to make me burn the brushes
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Arthropod
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| Luddite Clone |
