LYRIC

And I can make you happy too.
Her lips like venom, her eyes so deadly.
Beneath a fire that burns blue, a heart untouched, a heart abused.

You hurt like a blade, though my wounds shall heal.
But my wrath burns strong as I think of you.
Turn and die or repent.

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