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I eat the ashes of every witch I burn
I swallow her deep inside and spit her out piece by piece
That way you'll stay with me
I gargle poison for which there is no cure
And feed the cynicism I could never unlearn
This new sinner becomes the death of the previous one
The new undertaker buries the slayer of the first
A constant reminder of every failure I've done
And I love it
I love it
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IT'S NOT A QUESTION OF LUST
IT'S NOT A QUESTION OF SHAME
IT IS A QUESTION OF SURVIVING THE GAME
IT IS A QUESTION OF WHETHER OR NOT
YOU HOLD TO THE LEDGE AS WE ARE SHIFTING GROUND
Eschaton
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She's good enough of making sure I'll never love myself
The human inflation and its filth is pouring from veins
She's sold to lowest bidder
To make sure no one else will ever love her
A guarantee that I will always hate myself
I condemn myself again to self-loathing and misogyny
I lick the traces of seed from my worst enemies
With her on my tongue I'll never truly be happy
And I love it
I love it
