The tide is comin' up
sellout
and
ask for a rise!
I danced away
the time.
Rough tripes
of
the night
are echoing
back
my lust-shout
The flesh
turns white
G.O.D. keeps me up
Clasping arms
of his guard
will never let me go
under
the
sur-face
PARADISE=LOSS
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