| Paralyzing atrophy, locked in her web of mimicry
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| Suspended, inverted, waiting to die
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| Dexterous segmented limbs
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| Fangs to sink within your skin
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| They seek to find vacancy
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| With your withered heart
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| She lives for the hunt, man
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| And you are the kill
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| Now feel that venom spread
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| It’s hardening your arteries
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| Ensnared, soon to be dead
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| A shadow of your former
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| A mere shell of a man
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| Degenerated, tortured, hallowed
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| And spit into the earth again
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| To terminally lust for
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| To love one’s self to death
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| Regret the day you heard the tune
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| That trapped you in the siren’s nest
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| Enchanting the flower of disease
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| Beware her silken surprise
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| She’ll throttle you down to your knees
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| She’ll suck you dry
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| Lost inside her eyes of thousand
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| The deadly kiss of a mistress, venomous
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| Soulless, you fell before her
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| Quenching her ravenous thirst
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| Strip mining your essence
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| She’ll turn your universe to black
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| Emasculating glutton for perverse punishment
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| Lecherous and deviant perfume to mask her scent
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| To the naked eye: immaculate — to her victim: poisonous
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| She’ll wrap you up so tight, she’ll suffocate without relent
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| Enchanting the flower of disease
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| Beware her silken surprise
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| She’ll throttle you down to your knees
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| She’ll suck you dry |