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What I touch

Turns not to gold

But to dust

What I touch

Does not blossom

It rots

I have touched you

I rot your core

I am corruption

I crush

Midas!

You had that touch

That golden touch

Midas - destroyed all you loved

Putrid

Stinking

Rotting

The corpse of my affections

I'll rip you apart

I'll tear out that sense of goodness

Where is the God in this world

When beauty lies dying?

Midas!

You had that touch

That golden touch

Midas - destroyed all you loved

(But at least it was beautiful)

Can you feel the rust

Springing from my touch?

Each caress

A scar upon your skin

And only when I'm gone

Do you see just how ugly I have left you... I have left you!

Midas!

You had that touch

That golden touch

Midas - destroyed all you loved