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Tonight,
Let your skin become mould,
Your heart become liquid,
Pour yourself into
this bowl of insanity.

Watch it drip,
Your eyes show the colour,
You know all too well,
I know it aswell, honey.

That same very colour
Of the basilisk fangs,
How they change,
when he's done with
his prey.

And I'll have you know,
Oh, only I know,
That you're not done with
yourself yet, baby.