A tour de force, a rabid face
by tortured hands in cold embrace
behind the weapon kept in place
come step into our mortal dance
A battle unconfused by chance,
and taste this ironclad romance keeps getting stronger and the thrill
of such control is wild but still
For every kill the stronger will
A single life, what's that to me?
A fading light no one can see
yet such a pleasure death can be
Used to be a single voice that vanished in a crowd
when hidden by the clouds
Vague just like a distant sun
Found a way to surface
and to speak my truth aloud
A tour de force, a rabid face
Be powerful, stand fast and proud
behind the weapon kept in place by tortured hands in cold embrace
A single life, what's that to me?
A fading light no one can see
yet such a pleasure death can be.
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