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The calmness of surroundings Conceal a haunted place Don’t wanna stay here Just tension I guess Some tombs Are better left alone Self-abuse Lack of identity I’m not sure Whether I’m guilty or not Never do enter It ends with a heavy recall Perfect sex Prevented from seeing the obvious In a lateral drift Live with it for a while That’s the way it keeps happening Be a good slave Watch me come I am here That’s not always the way Madness there Nothing left to stand An itching to move Until it all gives away Perfect sex Nothing wrong with that A process of breaking away Can’t seem to care But now all hell breaks loose Your beauty Center of it all I am lonely And ruins all around Keep passing Unseen through your moments Hear and feel The real universe Perfect sex