As if you were a religion,
I rely on false sacrifices given by you, numerous pillow-talks on your bed
After all this,
I still crumble
I have a crush on insanity and self-destruction
You are a cooled limb that ought to be removed,
a sacred decease without a cure
The world is still a playground for you
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