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the demon rise again
hunger for more to gain
you're waiting for me to come
aware of all that I said and done
I approach you with fire in my mind
feeling the lust burning inside
the darkness in my heart grow
and it's aiming for you to blow
and within temptation and thrill
you did it and gave my demon his fill
he's shocked beyond reason
feeling fear and confusion
is this what it feels like to cross the line ?
to feel hell of a different kind ?
I'm confused I'm lost with no words
my heart beat a different song
one that only heard when I'm fallen way below
something I don't know
you're still standing , you're still talking , and the demon feel broken
is this pain or pleasure ?
is this love or madness gone bigger ?" I asked ?
" are you angry from my act ? "
you said " no ... but I am rather surprised
embarrassed but pleased at the same time "
the demon is gone now , but my heavy breaths remain
" you are beautiful ... that is why I'm so insane
people may tell you that you look plain
but no matter what , I'd rather have you any day ! "
hunger for more to gain
you're waiting for me to come
aware of all that I said and done
I approach you with fire in my mind
feeling the lust burning inside
the darkness in my heart grow
and it's aiming for you to blow
and within temptation and thrill
you did it and gave my demon his fill
he's shocked beyond reason
feeling fear and confusion
is this what it feels like to cross the line ?
to feel hell of a different kind ?
I'm confused I'm lost with no words
my heart beat a different song
one that only heard when I'm fallen way below
something I don't know
you're still standing , you're still talking , and the demon feel broken
is this pain or pleasure ?
is this love or madness gone bigger ?" I asked ?
" are you angry from my act ? "
you said " no ... but I am rather surprised
embarrassed but pleased at the same time "
the demon is gone now , but my heavy breaths remain
" you are beautiful ... that is why I'm so insane
people may tell you that you look plain
but no matter what , I'd rather have you any day ! "
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No sorry soul
Should drink fire
Just because they’re sorry.
Don’t expect solutions,
But you can fill me
With your world, too.
This is a two-straw-one-cup arrangement
Where the bill splits even.
Besides, I’m curious.
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