Tomorrow.that.Never-Was
Now......that my poison is deep inside of you.
Feel my disease enter you.
Venom.....clings to your racing blood-cells.
The dark-lair awaits your distress
poor, wretched little thing
you have lost your wings
torn away by my fangs
weep, ........weep for your
lost state of flight.
Where is your freedom.......Now?
Feel my disease enter you.
Venom.....clings to your racing blood-cells.
The dark-lair awaits your distress
poor, wretched little thing
you have lost your wings
torn away by my fangs
weep, ........weep for your
lost state of flight.
Where is your freedom.......Now?
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