Sane

Taking me down the path of sin,

Belial calls my name on liar tongue,

Sweet, soft, liac profession of incarnate love,

Taking form in soft flesh

Seduction flowing over and over

Whipped into submission

Told lies of love

Learning to hate the soul within

Gone the innocence of soft human dreams

Lies forming demonic presence in future dreams

Freed, freed, freed,

Freed, freed,

Freed,

Trice my chains broke,

From personal desire,

To lying tongue,

And fowled vision,

Declared free of any sanity.

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