Over Indulgence Songtext

my hand as the brush your face as the canvas printed in a viel of excess of many sick thoughts and now we are covered in them you ask all these questions i bleed lack of answers partially because i enjoy the thought of feeding on you touched tensed teased on overindulgence.
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