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Fickle

 
Watch as I rise
Twist the dark and arc
seeking on the airs tonight for sight

Little sinister stirrings whisper
gentle stress is disturbed
it is too needy now

Confess to the saints
I am numb in the emptiness
Disturb the prophets
it's written on the wall
do not trespass

Jesting in the background is lust
carousing in the void
stirring up madness

It is avoidable
Turn the screws and alter

It's in your desire you bleed



Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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