Let me swallow your sorrow, and kill your fear.
Let me taste your heart, let me steal it.
You are your own soul’s slave, let me free you.
Let me petrify your soul and bewitch your spirit.
Let me strength your cheek, let me steal you.
You are the slave of your sorrow, let me save you.
You’ve got a heart like a wet ball of blood.
Let me turn it to ice.
You’ve got a soul, a painful and broken wound.
Now, why don’t you sell it to me?
Satan whispers in my ear.
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