trying to impress
but i stay, no longer regress
lie in excess of the past
no longer guess
no longer suppress
no longer stress
i just confess
i know i possess
caress the deepest
this, be my secret
make me sleepless
make me your thesis
just give me reason
let me know your weakness
want me, feel me
let’s make this decent
i’ll be your demon
you can be the deacon
we’ll ask for freedom
live in season
in the garden of eden
and have a legion
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