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my virtue is running dry

my filth is bleeding through my own desires

with ash in my mouth i am the stained

the silence hurts us

desire will burn us

now comes the birth of something pure

an innocence to spoil

to spill upon with tears of callous lust

the child in me is angry

her hurt will find her forever

it's inevitable

there's nothing left to feed on

except for love

the silence hurts us

desire will burn us

now comes the birth of something pure

an innocence to spoil

to spill upon with tears of callous lust