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The night echoes a distant shame

A cold whisper evokes a craving

Reminisce on the old days

To succumb on the new ways

Ravening Itch

Giving in to the oracle

And all the times that the price was set late

Premonitions of death crawl from under the bed

Disruptive taste

Cuz I want it

And I need it

I can't stop this

A kiss of promise upon your head

A pale figure who scraped the bed stains

Friendship comes to an end

It's always hard to pretend

 We chose excess

A great price at the end to pay

A failed vision to break the mold and

Premonitions of death

Now clicking down like a bait

For me to take

Cuz I want it

And I need it

I can't stop this

By now the pain has left a trace on withered skin

And now I pray that through my sins he takes away

The life that made this poor old soul turn to decay

For now I´m back to stay and get intoxicated

And I want it

And I need it

I Can't stop this