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You've got a mommy problem I wish you luck you little fuck i am alleviation I leave you ate my digest style Consider consequences You stretch the truth a country mile False prophet accusations the inquisition's still on file Cause it's right before... behind... your eyes You've greased your machinations; I don't see procreation blind My mind's an open season, synapses firing out of line You think you love me dearly, I fear you've told yourself a lie You bathe in hesitation I'll fall you some other time I hear it all the time right before... behind... your eyes Sonata pretty ice queen belief you brought me to my knees She cutting teeth on kether My anima, my Rosemary My Mater Dolarosa, convex the mirror in front of me Belief in divination, static resistance on the 3! 9! 3! 9! cause it's right before... behind... your eyes From Letras Mania