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The Chosen One
The blade is dripping. Your sight is wearing thin.
There's just a haze left. Smiling with devilish grin.
'How did I get here?', you ask, but no replies.
Resistance's futile, both feet and your hands are tied.
The shadows creeping on. The darkness fading in.
This is the price you pay. My currency is skin.
Daemon.
Chosen.
I am the chosen one.
Daemon.
I am the chosen one.
Chosen.
I am the chosen one.
Daemon.
I am the chosen one.
Spinning in circles. The drugs are wearing in.
Your mind can't take it. So we can soon begin.
And my collection, will grow in size.
As this erection, surely implies.
This is the toll I pay, daemon shall claim his price.
And for this gift he grants, to me eternal life.
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A pound of skin a week. A handful eyes a month.
I sharp my shining blade. This edge must not be blunt.
This edge must not be blunt.
Must, not, be, blunt.
This is the toll I pay, daemon shall claim his price.
And for this gift he grants, to me eternal life.
A pound of skin a week. A handful eyes a month.
I sharp my shining blade. This edge must not be blunt.
This is the toll I pay, daemon shall claim his price.
And for this gift he grants, to me eternal life.
A pound of skin a week. A handful eyes a month.
I sharp my shining blade. This edge must not be blunt.
I am the chosen one.
Chosen.
I am the chosen one.
Daemon.
I am the chosen one.
I am the chosen one.
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