Sing your song desperate, pretending you scream in a stormy sea, with your voice catches the noble hearts who seek to save. Save you from yourself. Hearts eat breakfast daily, soak up the life of those who are and never meet. Siren wails, lies, envy, want, seduce. Advantage because your body is slowly becoming what you really are: Death.
You feed light to be dark siren, you eat in peace because of lack of it, you reduce your victims to convertlrlas powder, then you walk away seductive, in search of new juice, new tastes, new smells, new sexes, new pleasures. You're nothing but a mask made of cardboard and cheap plastic. A vampire cursed, one lamprey.
Delighted with your voice, fool your eyes, but your heart is dead. Siren sing, sing high, your time will come soon, another victim in your record will adorn your room full of corpses and then the sun will shine on top and I'll look into the eyes dying instantly.
The true light kills you. I'll be the murderer of your nightmares. Siren sings, you'll soon cut his tongue and go back around dust.
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