With just a flick of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a
Concentric mental decline. I control your elation, I control your
Depression. I take as I wish memory, clothed in a raiment noir.
(I take you
Under my black wing.) I take you under my dark wing and nurture you in hate
To dwell forever in a Maison Blanche. Purity through corruption, who am I to
Blame when your basest instincts are realized?
Writer(s): Chris Adler, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Abe Spear
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