Infernal and tantric
Obscene and lovesick
Blasphemies and bondage are availed
Start all over again, your experiment has failed
With dawn comes tragedy
Morning shadow heals our beauty
trough pain
We're mad to the sane
Exiled from bloodbath to glory
Self indulgence is mandatory
and vain
We're mad to the sane
Tears of rage to weep
Atistic counts to keep
Sin with me so heaven gets a face
Ravenous like wolves, in madness we embrace

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