It was] the beginning
the final curtain descends
The doorway to [...]
as you [... pretense]
The color hurts
in its last breath it says
"Why do you grow inside me?"
[It smells of ...]
as it spirals to victory it says
"Why do you grow inside me?"
Maybe you know
I was ... before
But now you're here, hold my hand
Now you've won I understand
It's a ... with
for the complex [lies] ...
Send me some [...]
Send me some [of both]
It's a destiny of sorts
[Smell of]
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