Precious, I feel precious
Waves of the unborn truth
Bathing in your presence
I despise what isn't you
Precious, I feel precious
Writhing in the way
Dripping onto slivers
Screaming for screaming's sake
Precious, I feel
Precious, and so afraid
Cracking, slowly cracking
Under the neon rain
Precious, I feel precious
Writhing in the way
Dripping onto slivers
Screaming for screaming's sake
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