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I call myself It
Just as I sniff
I get this feeling tearing in my mind
Life less emotions filling the empty spots in the air
Fearing what not be mine, I sniff again
I can't stop
it smells of my fears that I hide Pandoras box
Like a fox I'm slick
I hide
I confide in your mind
I'll take your dreams and make them come alive
your nights filled with me messing with your mind
fucking with every thought and emotion
making you feel distraught
As you're limbs go weak and your pinned to your bed
I'll feed on your soul and fuck with your head
I see your sins they fill me with bliss
But I'll see you later because I'm finished for the night
But I'll slither back like a snake to come back to drain your mind away
I get this feeling tearing in my mind
Life less emotions filling the empty spots in the air
Fearing what not be mine, I sniff again
I can't stop
it smells of my fears that I hide Pandoras box
Like a fox I'm slick
I hide
I confide in your mind
I'll take your dreams and make them come alive
your nights filled with me messing with your mind
fucking with every thought and emotion
making you feel distraught
As you're limbs go weak and your pinned to your bed
I'll feed on your soul and fuck with your head
I see your sins they fill me with bliss
But I'll see you later because I'm finished for the night
But I'll slither back like a snake to come back to drain your mind away
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