Compulsions
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Degrade, dissolve, betray, above all
Distort, deform, misreport their call
Clear off my back, I've too much to bear
Keep track of such an affair
I swear I'm not that creep
I didn't took that peep
Still waters run deep
Altars boys would spit
Your voice lights the void
Bites the sore
You spear a cloud
On the prowl
Defeat, deafen, the ones who stay
Despise, deprive, those who got astray
The windows I look, through
The widows I hook, eyes stuck on your book
The lines get obscured
Your voice lights the void
Bites the sore
You spear a cloud
On the prowl
Degrade
Defeat
Masses through field glasses
Pealed and sealed