Breath, sweet death, orgasm, and fear
At the bottom of the blood boils and freezes at the top
And do not break out of the hands of a grinning
When your shadow you me hug
_It remains, lure me into his house
And there to kill
At the bottom of the blood boils and freezes at the top
And do not break out of the hands of a grinning
When your shadow you me hug
_It remains, lure me into his house
And there to kill
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