By moonlights death I'll shine upon you
by the last words Christ spoke, I'll do upon you
For I swear my self as your loyal servant.
The destiny of life I bow to you my royal highness
Captured to my reflection
that with holds my souls pain and seduction
Serving only as mental masturbation
Sip me gently onto your lips
Lick by lick breathe me again
So I live from within your skin,
but I swear I swear I only live for you my highness
Dare I rebel
Throw down your crown and yell?
Speak the need to speak
The words to be free?
In the last meek of liberty my heart will leak
But to you I bow no longer
But still my eyes meet the ground
to your existence I ponder
To break your bliss as loudly as thunder.
To you my, "highness" I bow no longer.

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