I pity your state
Your insecurity
And your need to undermine me
When seeds of love
Turn to pure hate
And let it blossom into lust
I'm immune to your psychological war
Immune to the pain you emit
I'm immune from you
Immune from you
Afraid of the disarrays
Embrace my darkest ways
Let it blossom into lust
And then wither it must
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