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Hot night, break-neck, oozing into that thing
It seethes, it foams, it splits the death of love
All the things you hold most dear
Gone, and the world it dies, in my grip
All the world and everything, in my grip
Hold tight, it comes, entry level, smooth and quick
To claim its wants, it need only put out its hand
All the things you hold most dear
Gone, and the world it dies, in my grip
All the world and everything, in my grip
And the world it dies, in my grip
All the world and everything, in my grip
Your mate, your life, everything you are and could be
It owns, it covets, it splits the death of hope
All the things you hold most dear
Gone, and the world it dies, in my grip
All the world and everything, in my grip
And the world it dies, in my grip
All the world and everything, in my grip
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