Take me off bit by bit,Washing away like a rock by the river banks,
Habitually casting my net farther into the sea of doom,
Take me off bit by bit.

Remorse is the fools language,
I no longer bleed blood but ice,
Conformed to be as wise as the tortoise,
Remorse is the fools language.

My heart now a hollow of deceit,
I dance to the tune of danger,
Delighted to sell my soul to the devil,
All for crumbs of pleasure.

STAY SHINING!

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