Slave to lustYou like to observe those fading eyesThe innocence of saneSlave to lustWith all that warm liquid flowing down that chestJoyDesire to restIt is all about releasing the painIgnoring the factsForgetting the flames in what you shall burnAbove or belowReturning to turnsRhythm shall be kept in a constant pulseBreaks and ignitesAbusing the fleshFollowing the curvesInstinctive trial of internal blendsA toxic irruption in a carnal vialScratching screams of a mortal prideA fall of beliefs that divide and collideYou do like to observe those fading eyesThe innocence of saneSlave to lustOne more falle
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