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She was so kind to me,

she sang her little shadow song.

And I could not resist it,

bitter blood, come sing along.

With your hand upon the bible

would you swear that is the truth?

The whole truth and the truth alone!

If she had only shut her mouth...

Shattered memories

of quiet cold rejection.

A careful Devil's irony

in pure perfection, in pure deceit.

You ask me,

was it all I had to tell?

Was it all I could recall?

Know that I broke her neck,

a twisted china white visage.

I may seem unaffected,

but don't we all want to be God?

Is it all you can remember,

would you swear it on your life?

You will never really know

my name without reflection.

A careful Devil's irony

in pure perfection, in pure deceit.

But in the moment it's so beautiful.

Flow along with a hunger,

with the nature of the beast.

These are shattered memories

of quiet cold rejection.

A careful Devil's irony

in pure perfection.

You will never really know

my name without reflection.

A careful Devil's irony

in pure perfection, in pure deceit.