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October 23rd, 2007 8:07 pm A window into me. [ ] [ mood | curious ] [ music | David Usher ] I often ponder on what you would think if you really knew about some of the things I’ve done. Nights like this take me back to a time where I lived as Satan’s child; convinced I belonged in rags while I slept by day among rotting corpses. Something ugly this way comes Through my fingers sliding inside All these blessings all these burns Im godless underneath your cover Search for pleasure search for pain In this world now I am undying I unfurl my flag my nation helpless Black black heart why would you offer more Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy Im on fire Im rotting to the core Im eating all your kings and queens All your sex and your diamonds As I begin to lose my grip On these realities your sending Taste your mind and taste your sex Im naked underneath your cover Covers lie and we will bend and borrow With the coming sign The tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape Black black heart why would you offer more Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy Im on fire Im rotting to the core Im eating all your kings and queens All your sex and your diamonds Black black heart why would you offer more Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy Im on fire Im rotting to the core Im eating all your kings and queens All your sex and your diamonds 2 Comment ~ Add to Memories ~ Edit

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