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The Taste Of Sin
Fading Disappearing...
Into A False Reality
Close My Eyes To Everything
Refusing To Believe
That The World
Could Really Be This Ugly.
At 5 I Was A Princess
And The World; My PlayGround.
At 18 I Am Humbled And Defeated.
Now The World Is What I Fear
And What It's Made Me, I Loathe.
I Lie, I Cheat, I Gamble With The Devil.
Dancing, Relishing In His Wicked Game.
I Try To Stop, Try To Refuse...
Yet Here I Go Again
Laughing In The Face
Of My Own Morals.
I Want To Succeed
But I Just Cant Quit,
The Taste Of Sin Is Too Sweet.
Into A False Reality
Close My Eyes To Everything
Refusing To Believe
That The World
Could Really Be This Ugly.
At 5 I Was A Princess
And The World; My PlayGround.
At 18 I Am Humbled And Defeated.
Now The World Is What I Fear
And What It's Made Me, I Loathe.
I Lie, I Cheat, I Gamble With The Devil.
Dancing, Relishing In His Wicked Game.
I Try To Stop, Try To Refuse...
Yet Here I Go Again
Laughing In The Face
Of My Own Morals.
I Want To Succeed
But I Just Cant Quit,
The Taste Of Sin Is Too Sweet.
Published 2nd Mar 2013
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