Fever has boiled inside the lecherous growth
Exposing the teeth from which a chasm will be bored
Pulling apart the flesh with forcible scorn
Only through torment and pain can love be adorned
With this fang, I want to feast on misery
With this fang drenched in discharge, tangled in vein
Sickness, take me by the hand
Nurture that which I can't understand
With this fang, obstruct the entryways, the gates
Sickness, take me by the hand
Nurture that which I can't understand
Feed me from your malformed chest
In full awareness, in consciousness of this process
Through no joy or affection or emotion will this be conducted
Not only the shell, but also the pearl must be broken
The soul awoken through fear and hurt and depredation
With this fang disgorge the part of me I hate
Sickness, take me by the hand
Nurture that which I can't understand
Feed me from your malformed chest
Still I starve for something more
The desecration of something adored
Sickness, secrete and release the soul
Relinquishment
Cave in to control
Sickness, take me by the hand
Nurture that which I can't understand
Feed me from your malformed chest
Still I starve for something more
The desecration of something adored
Sickness, secrete and release the soul
Expelled from the void
It's not a wound or a death that's desired
Just a thirst for the ability to smolder a fire
How I regret and repress and regret
But this hunger consumes me and drowns me in its mire
Fever has boiled inside the lecherous growth
Exposing the teeth from which a chasm will be bored
Pulling apart the flesh with forcible scorn
Only through torment and pain can love be adorned
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