why do you look at me like i have no soul,
why do you look at me like i am the foe,
why do you look at me like you never seen me befor,
why do you look at me as i lie dead in this hole.
i dont wana run away nore say good bye,
dont wana die today tell i hear your cry.
cry out for mercy,cry out for pain,
cry out tell you no longer fill the same,
i told you once and i'll tell you agin,
i'll alway's be right hear holding your hand.
i'll tell you everything that you wana hear,
wisper it softly in your ear,
come with me and i'll rid you of your fear,
i'll take you to a place far away from hear,
it will be our little fantisy,
with nothing but "INTAMENT ECSTASY"*****
BLaCK SAiNT
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