No equal
(Indisponível)
What is the thought of reason?
The bleeding heart pleading
Need to know the show
What your eyes ain’t believing
Keep it up, in strut
Too deep for you to cut
You run away, in sway
No sanity may stay
I’ll take you heart to start
To put your world apart
I’ll eat your mind behind
The visage of the kind
I’ll hold your soul in fold
Encase you under cold
I’ll live your life
No pain or strife will equal what I might!
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