I shut My Eyes And Once Again The Pleasures Strangles Me,
I Taste The Tears Of Sweet Indulgence, Pain And Fantasy…..(Myself)
The Vision Inside My Head…….(In Sick Reflection)
The Emptiness Will Haunt You……..
Sanity Is Slowly Slipping From My Hands Now……
I’m Standing Closer To The Edge,
Than I Should Be Allowed…..(Myself)
Oh, What Little Regret I Have,
Does That Make Me A Killer…????
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