Walking through a maze of hidden motives,
you take the chance.
Drifting towards your very own destruction,
virtues not mine longing refine.
You feel it grow inside
you know you cannot win this fight
I've put you in
your wants desires they take you higher,
you feel it grow this fever tells me so.
A Lonely touch don't ask for too much of me,
what do you see?
Golden mists lead to a deadly kiss,
a desperate curse it does comes first
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