erase the pictures from my mind
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eliminate the presence of your kind
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unloose the strings of instinct laws
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just to fall into some other jaws
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in pounding afterglow I rise
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for the pleasure of dying twice
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a wingcut anges in decline
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breathe my air and I'll be fine
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put your teeth in me
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carve your name in me
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no, I don't care if there is something
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that I'm too blind to see
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invite yourself and feel free
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to pick up splinter of debris
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it's in your system exclusive
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subdues all that's delusive
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initially this lie I'd recoil
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but again I crawl this dirty soil
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of all possessions I did treasure
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this one's strictly for her pleasure
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For Her Pleasure
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Tiamat |