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Dedicated to YOU - hidden in a room full of mirrors

lookin' at them just before goin' out at night..........

Your father's dying - you're parasitizing in his new house

fattening on his incomes,

sleeping half a day like a vermin in a cesspool.

Faster, faster... please pass out ... expire ....

A dance of mellow tears:

outwardly tragic - inwardly cold and calculating.

Born of an error, born to redeem a vicious sensation of guilt

by charming and living of the others.

OUT OF TIME, OUT OF SIGHT

OUT OF ANYTHING SHE WOULD NOT LIKE

A POISONED FIX DRAINING ALL YER HOPES

A FEMALE VULTURE TO DEVOUR ALL THE HAVINGS YOU'LL AFFORD.

Her definitive aim / is to take more + more /

to retire him in a slave's shell /

bending feelings under sword.... /

TIME OF THE VULTURES!

TIME OF THE VULTURES! (x 2)