I pray to you oh great lust god
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For you keep the meaning of the myths
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and I know that you reign
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So I still bow in the presence of your power
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If only I could capture the illusions that you create
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and hold the wonder of the flesh you animate
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This self perpetuated recycled wheel
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Reincarnation of thought
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I'm so sick of it... perhaps even tired
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Look at the circle bite it's tail
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I wish it would swallow itself and fail
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This is nothing but the curse
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Plenty rehearsed
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IAPM
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| Matt Zane |
