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My mind taken for knowledge in glass now confined

what they found never caught me

bodies dead cold and white

but your blood still flows through me

for I am not yet dead

in hells flames I still live on

red lights cast you in shadows your skin pale and white

watch you die by hells hand

for I am what I write

but your blood still flows through me

for I am not yet dead

in hells flames I still live on

i still live on

I still kill on

dead

Take your heart from you and sent it to friends

they'll enjoy it so much now cut from your chest

I am the taker I am the one

I am the master of blood

confess to me dear and I'll kill you quick

theres nowhere for sluts here to run

they will come looking and then they will find

a note in a pool of your blood

the note will say from hell

the words will say lust

there will be nothing but dust