between the point of love and pitiless rage
a teetering edge, now im falling for you
into your ocean of wide and clear blue
im ready to command your army of devotion
prepared at any moment for my mindless erosion
my principals distilled into solid irony
obeying your voice of influencing tyranny
unassuming passes through the knots and seams
your voice is the instrument that haunts my dreams
enough is enough of foolish decisions
i lose my soul in your faithless religion
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