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I am tempted by your illusions
But they are nothing like me
I try to stop myself from watching
Euphoric breeze calling out to me

The Temptress lures me in
Affection searing my skin
Promise of avoidance as soon as this show ends
A passion so immoral, my morals break skin

I will not be the first
You will not be the last
I need you; my Temptress
Breath me in
Show me sin