Sacred therapy Secrecy on hand Divine Luxury A liberty demand A means to an end You do not understand Does it matter much? A hand for a hand Sick of you Sick of thee No excuses left for me Step forward my friend My enemy Was really all this for nothing? I can still feel her shine Depending on others We choose who you are 5 faces for one Who have I become? Traitors. Liars. Thieves
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