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Fiend

Harmful to your existence
lost without comprimising
destructive with your soiled life
your body is no more

Not in control of my own mind
comign back to this illusion
one mysterious consciousness

Burning from within
drowning in your sin
consumed by something but filled with nothing
tied down, suspended in mid-air
it's not your fault

A perforated soul
this evil lives inside of you
that hate, that feeling
it's rising, hallucinating

Tears shed for the undead
wishing they could die
there's a demon inside of you
there's no need for him to hide


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