| Cure |
| | In your web
The threads entangle
Your prey is dead –
Dyed in silence
I'll forever stay with you
At your feet I will kneel
At your will
Dead silent
When I move – I am moved by you
When you rule – All is ruled by you
In your world – There is only you
In my world – There is only you
In your web
The threads entangle
At your will
Dead silent
Your words are shivers down my spine
I'm numb and shapeless – in your web – in your web
My blood runs slow and red like wine
The past is shattered – forever
I serve your will – for I have been bruised and battered
and covered
I serve your will – for I have been ordinated your lover |
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