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My eyes ablaze
Alight with a flame
A deadly dance
Publication of an altercation
Your little cherubic face
My demon side is begging to not hide
Come on
Come on
Little angel, why don’t you fly?
Little angel, why don’t you try?
Dissent from those above
Flitter down to my arms
I know you don’t condone me
Never said you don’t own me
Who is the holder of the strings?
It is a puppet playoff
Strings intertwined
You control me
I control you
I am pauper of morals
You are more like me than you think
Your fall is eminent
Our fates are connected
So fall down, little angel
Welcome to the world of the dead