You're the sound of devil whispering in my ears
You're the smell of thieves' footsteps in the darkness
You're the words of a devil's adovcate
You're the burning crisps of paper on cigarette
You're the calling of a drug syringe to an addict
You're the yellowed cigarette filter after a long draught
You're the most roaring fire that's engulfing a household
You destroy you seduce you attract
A succubus? shall we say,
but there's a side of you so beautiful so attractive,
like the wicked innocence of a baby unknowingly decapitating an insect.
so let's dance, dance
on the blade of a knife
ever quicker becomes our strife
foot falls faster our hands interlock,
the weight of our sin will be shed in blood
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