Compulsion holds my hand and says,
with whispered, bright intent,
'if you will walk the way I show,'
you'll never have to tell,
the truth which eats away inside,
and talks of demons raw;
instead we'll hide it all away -
and bury who you are.
with whispered, bright intent,
'if you will walk the way I show,'
you'll never have to tell,
the truth which eats away inside,
and talks of demons raw;
instead we'll hide it all away -
and bury who you are.
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