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Benign temptress

Whose throat is just outta my reach

Divine submission

Salt in the wound for the lesser of me

My heartless companion

Whose fetters tighten with every grasp

Violated muse

Whose eyes roll back now within her head

Fate springs eternal

The error that you are

Agape, your mouth remains

The root of your failures

Tired, I will walk

And tired, I will leave

When the last drop is spilled

Into your throbbing gates

Cancerous abandon

The addiction of whipped skin

Murder is the only hope

Of keeping us together

Cancerous abandon

The addiction of whipped skin

Murder is the only hope

Of keeping us together

Fate springs eternal

The error that you are

Agape, your mouth remains

The root of your failures

Tired, I will walk

And tired, I will leave

When the last drop is spilled

Into your throbbing gates