I can smell your fear, your weak, dull insecurity
I know what you need, what you crave
I can be your dreams, I wander behind your eyelids
Like a grain of sand
This path leads to
This path leads to
This path leads to hell
You need to be thrashed and broken
I'll be your master and you can worship me
Adore me, love me above all
I'll be your desire, make you happy
You need to be thrashed and broken
Death is a quiet room where all is peaceful and desolate
Where life is cursed
No glory, no vivid memories, no tales to tell
This path leads to hell
You need to be thrashed and broken
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