N.p.s N.g.s ~no pains no gains~

i whisper countless illusions into your ear
im going to short your circuits and fix you

on top of the dirty sheets my five senses screamed out
straddling over my face, the venus dances above me
Die game

i, above the moon, wanting to be the sun
i play, thrusting the knife into my chest

i, my wings spread, lifted into the sky
burned by the fire i let out a scream of delight

with the venus


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