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At night the voices whisper, “easy.”
Easy like the hot winds that cut these canyons.
Easy like a Santa Susana night.

Submission is a gift.
Cease to exist.
The truth is condemned.
Now is the only thing that’s real.

Look down at me, you see a fool.
Look up, and see your god.

Submission is a gift.
Cease to exist.
The truth is condemned.
Now is the only thing that’s real.
Look at me, you see yourself,
I am your mirror.

Never learn not to love
Never learn how to hate
A devil lives inside us all
To die is what we’re taught
But you’re a free soul in a cage
Go out and leave something witchy…

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