लीसा मरी प्रेस्ली

आप flourish in your disciples bringing
You pleasure in so many masturbated ways

Until you’ve simply no use for them any more
And then they will remain and suffer in your
Concentrated haze

Devotion आप seek from them is the starvation
And abolishment of their little souls

But आप escape all responsibility in that
Because of course आप were the one (yeah of course)
Who was hurt more

All the ones who dared to पार करना, क्रॉस paths
Seen your rabid dog bait
And it’s funny how it’s always the same
Old familiar story

You no longer hold that power
You’re letting in a man gone sour
It’s too bad आप ever let me in

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