there is not ideal perfection
despite my predilection for this insanity
i am sickened by my vanity
to think i'm immune
from the parasite i planted within myself
i love you
i'm going to kill you
because you're killing me
c'mon and let it go
c'mon and let me in
c'mon and light me up
so i can burn like your sins
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