Strange ways had penetrated my thoughts,
Disturbing and unbearable as the lust to breathe
The most intimate touch I've ever felt;
You knelt before my feet,
Shedding the radiant armour
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Down
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Down
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Down.

Filth, pity and dismay, the infinite pleasure
Rotting decay

I had to respond. The strange ways spoke.
Triggering the wrath once and for all.

Once your pain was my pain: it is no more.
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Wait
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Wait
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Wait

I inhale once and your image is gone,
Inhaled twice , and the soul merged with the opium fumes.
Maybe I should wipe the scissors, but I can't.

Strange ways had penetrated my thoughts.