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Styling your shroudInfecting the crowdSteady letting the fruit of her thrillFool you so wellFictitious styles of livingWe've expected to workBut this is all your givingHalf of what your worthPigeon hold in battlesOvertones of snow in her clutchFalling through linesOne more breath destroys the best of youThe death of youStyling your shroudInfecting the crowdSteady letting the fruit of her thrillFool you so wellA precious gift embedded deep within your skinBut parasitic pleasures are closer than kinPlease expose your shadowsSuch concerns are products of loveFalling in liesOne more fraud destroys our trust in youOur love for youStyling your shroudInfecting the crowdSteady letting the fruit of her thrillFool you so wellAs you kiss the abstractAnd pray it's everything you'd hoped forThe smell of her, the thrill of herThe fruit of her, the use of herIs killing everything that you've worked forThe smell of her, the thrill of herThe fruit of her, the use of herIs killing everything that you've worked forStyling your shroudInfecting the crowdSteady letting the fruit of her thrillFool you so wellSmell of herThrill of herFruit of herUse of her [x3]The smell of herThrill of herFruit of herLucifer