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Hedonistic

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Let me walk you through the gate
Without second thought
Let us believe in our mate 
And watch our souls turn to rot

Rip you out, slit your heart
Now come and play my part
Wait your turn, hope it burns
This isn't my first scar
Show your face, have no fear
Just wait until you hear
My bitter yearn, your new urn
The absolute waste
Give your cents, it's a test
You have no right to judge
I'm a triumph, you're a fool
I've played myself like a tool
Don't be proud, you will burn
The masters love quickly churns
I had faith, so do you
I'll await your fall through

You are nothing but a cane
I was God without a place
You are nothing but the rain
I am all, made by my pain

I know how I got here, but still can't see it all
I've taken trust for granted and he's stationed like a thrall
Pathetic reflection of who I used to be
But in the end, he'll lose it all like me

Shut that trap, it's profuse 
You are nothing but a bruise
Losing sleep, never eat
I can hardly even breathe
Kill your glee, it's lock and key
This glowing sun will never last
Night will fall, enjoy your gall 
Satan's breed is soon to pass
Hell is cold, so am I 
The vacant god is in the sky
This is it, burn to fit
I hope you struggle in the pit
No more pain, no more love
It's burning down from up above
Here we go, love the show
Disasters bring the mourning dove

You are nothing but a cane
I was God without a place
You are nothing but the rain
I am all, made by my pain

I know how I got here, but still can't see it all
I've taken trust for granted and he's stationed like a thrall
Pathetic reflection of who I used to be
But in the end, he'll lose it all like me

Who's the thief that lets me bleed
Is it him or is it me
I'm the bastard and the hero
Like a callous biting fiend
You better scream until it stops
As the scythe bereaves the crops
Killing me all on my own
Be grateful for that feeble home
Who's the thief who lets me bleed
Is it him or is it me
I'm the bastard and the hero
Like a callous biting fiend
You better scream until it stops
As the scythe bereaves the crops
Killing me all on my own
Be grateful for that feeble home

You preyed on my weakness
Preyed on my weakness
You preyed
You preyed

You preyed on my weakness
You preyed on my weakness
You preyed on my weakness
You preyed
Preyed on my weakness
You preyed on my weakness
You preyed on my weakness
You preyed

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