I saw you swallowed and engulfed in your own patient fear.
Humble are you to nestle in the dark.
Was it the needle that captivated you?
Or, was it that last drop you crave to devour? Quick are you to manipulate.
Believe me, I know -- I know your plan!
My laughter is your pain . . .
. . . while my hate is your end.
Remember?
Remember the tide that washed your memories? Well, they�re shattered.
Only to be dissolved in your head, but held in my hand.
Now I own -- you know!
You�ll do it, too, �cause it�s to my liking.
Besides, it comforts you.
You love control -- I love it!
And here it comes again.
Tomorrow is here, once again; it arrives at such an oh-so-steady pace.
Let me hear you scream --
Shout my name!
Are you not happy that I let you live another day?
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