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Holy and separate Fading as I fade Sicky embellishment Traitor at my gate Is golden with my pain Is sweeter than my breath The spoilt child of my love Could never detect love My hubris, my hubris: what could ever dream like this My hubris: what could ever sting like this Hopeless possession The splendour of nightmare Sacred infection Wholly indelible Pure as my cruelty All heart and silence As weak as this cold light It feels as I feel My hubris, my hubris: what could ever dream like this My hubris: what could ever sting like this My hubris, my hubris: what could ever dream like this My hubris, my hubris: what could ever sting like this My hubris, my hubris: what could ever sting like this My hubris, my hubris: what could ever sting like this From Letras Mania