Guilt don't play fair if you don't care beware
Its on stilts, though it preys everywhere
Its lair is in your stare
Your hilts dripping red from the slain
Don't you fein dismay, this day you betrayed
Your itching dread hope became dead
Lead astray your head swayed
Go ahead in dismay, in a bliss filled kiss
Feel distilled amiss, dismiss you were willed by the abyss, hiss
The black side of the moon looms for you
Who soon will subsume to gloom
You lack pride it lacks room to consume
It strikes when its inopportune
The biggest baddest cunts always do
You want freedom yet you stay in eden
You see sins unheeded, they cheepen your daemons
In laymens you're a beacon for cretin who lead in heathen
Or as they say, freedmen
The Divinex - Gu!lt H0lds Fr33d0m. Lyrics
The Divinex - Gu!lt H0lds Fr33d0m. Lyrics
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Guilt don't play fair if you don't care beware
Its on stilts, though it preys everywhere
Its lair is in your stare
Your hilts dripping red from the slain
Don't you fein dismay, this day you betrayed
Your itching dread hope became dead
Lead astray your head swayed
Go ahead in dismay, in a bliss filled kiss
Feel distilled amiss, dismiss you were willed by the abyss, hiss
The black side of the moon looms for you
Who soon will subsume to gloom
You lack pride it lacks room to consume
It strikes when its inopportune
The biggest baddest cunts always do
You want freedom yet you stay in eden
You see sins unheeded, they cheepen your daemons
In laymens you're a beacon for cretin who lead in heathen
Or as they say, freedmen
Its on stilts, though it preys everywhere
Its lair is in your stare
Your hilts dripping red from the slain
Don't you fein dismay, this day you betrayed
Your itching dread hope became dead
Lead astray your head swayed
Go ahead in dismay, in a bliss filled kiss
Feel distilled amiss, dismiss you were willed by the abyss, hiss
The black side of the moon looms for you
Who soon will subsume to gloom
You lack pride it lacks room to consume
It strikes when its inopportune
The biggest baddest cunts always do
You want freedom yet you stay in eden
You see sins unheeded, they cheepen your daemons
In laymens you're a beacon for cretin who lead in heathen
Or as they say, freedmen
Writer: Adil Nawaz Malik
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