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my virtue is running dry
my filth is bleeding through my own desires
with ash in my mouth i am the stained

the silence hurts us
desire will burn us

now comes the birth of something pure
an innocence to spoil
to spill upon with tears of callous lust

the child in me is angry
her hurt will find her forever
it's inevitable

there's nothing left to feed on
except for love

the silence hurts us
desire will burn us

now comes the birth of something pure
an innocence to spoil
to spill upon with tears of callous lust

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