The sweet taste of self destruction Waves of purity wash away the memories I keep on falling off I keep on falling off The agents of change will dissolve Into the fabric of our very existence I keep on falling off of this straight and narrow line The calm embrace of a sedated mind Giver of life Destroyer of senses I INVOKE! The sweet taste of self destruction Waves of purity wash away the memories I keep on falling off of this straight and narrow line The calm embrace of a sedated mind
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