Baby. Come on let it rain, shower me with blood, blood from your parade. You know, that I will never fall. I can see the truth. Im not seared. Just like a child, when you make me feel. Lost of innocence, all between the sheets. And now you cry, thats why I dont. Ill provide the blood. Blood for your parade. Massive temptation. Calling. Waiting. Power. Beholder. Shifting. Blood.
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