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Now
you've really crossed the line
Your hate for me is divine
My love yearns for your suffer
On your grave lures my prosper
Taunt
more as a lure but it's no use
Knots tight my excite
I prepare the noose
Say no more it's time
For you to make your move
My blackened soul's lit by your fuel
Implode
your moral
And drain your pride
Too late for debate or run and hide |