Lies, misery, a hatred in disguise Tyranny in death, the ruler of the skies Elysium, Paradise, lies for your denial A lasting impression to fool the mind Murder, conscience, a void of morality Possession is mine, the talent of deceit To inhabit a host, a soul in my command The victim I seek is a mask for my hate I have found a soul, the perfect host A creature of comfort, afraid of his future My murderous intent will drive him to his fate Young and naive, ripe for the taking In want of need, liberation in passing I know the truth is an enemy of mine Shut off your mind and come with me Bow down to my creed, sign on this line I wont make you Youll give up for free Taking your heart, stealing your soul Subversion to my cause Give till it hurts I have won the mercy of this man The guilt, the power of despair I am God to this fool Mental degradation Murder, conscience, a void of morality Possession is mine, the talent of deceit To inhabit a host, a soul in my command The victim I own is a mask for my hate Bow down to me
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