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 Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 2:57 pm
Gamble's demon Sarik waited, perched on the roof of an overhanging window just above an alleyway. Her skin glowed slightly, luminous in the pollution, and her hair moved about as if watching for signs of corruption with its host. So far there were only petty criminals and thieves, no one noticeable in the world of the living. To stir up the humans, good people would have to die. And yet good people couldn't be controlled directly by demons.
Christopher Kir stepped out from the shadows of the alleyway, rubbing bloodstained hands on the backs of his jeans. The filthy grimed asphalt behind him pooled red with the life drops of an unfortunate mugger. Chris didn't concern himself with the man, whether he lived or died would be up to Fate herself.
He stopped and closed his eyes. "I know you're there," he whispered. "You're always there."
The green eyes stayed closed, and he turned around. He felt air move toward him as Sarik glided to him, and her fingers played lightly over the surface of his skin.
"You're lucky you amuse me," she said, voice silken. "Otherwise you might have died by now."
His arm swung out where he knew she'd be. The blade in his hand flashed in the light where moments before, there had been only air.
Sarik jumped away easily, flying back over the rooftops entirely unscathed. She needed to find other mortals to torment, and Mr. Kir wasn't an option for her. At least not yet.
Chris opened his eyes as her laughter faded away into the skies. More demons were flocking to New York City every day. It was beginning to give him a headache, and he believed he was slowly losing his mind. Nowadays, he never knew if his memories of Chloe were of the girl he had loved in highschool or if they were visions some Succubus was pressing in on him.
He hid the blade once more and left the alleyway unnoticed, heading for the nearest bar he could find. Sometimes, you just needed to be totally wasted.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 1:10 am
I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)  You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.] Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}Another demon had witnessed the exchange with tyrannical amusement.
"Meow."
A black cat with the faintest hint of blue in the fur lingered near Chris, sitting on the roof of a building almost literally right above the sinner, its eyes unnaturally bright in the dark and the tail swishing methodically from side to side.
The twinkling eyes narrowing with thoughts of bloodshed, the cat stood and padded along the perimeter of the roof after Chris.
Unlike Sarik, Lucifa was completely ready to handle a measly human.
Once she drained him of all bodily fluids, she'd use him to create more mischief.
By taking his place. Or at least, she laughed quietly to herself, his face.
A week was just too short of a time for her to have her fun.In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 3:09 pm
Chris walked through the double doors of a dim, noisy bar, hands in his pockets. The bartender noticed him and raised his eyebrows then, noticing the expression on his customer's face, set him up for strong whiskey.
"Rough day?" he asked, drying a shot glass with a rag that must have been white once upon a time.
Chris paused with the glass half raised to his mouth, thought about it and scoffed, then decided to enjoy his drink.
The bartender sensed a story and decided to stay for a while, as there were no other customers who were immediately in need of a drink. When he was satisfied Chris wasn't going to say anything else he left, instinctively realizing it would be better not to get mixed up in this guy's life.
Chris exhaled slowly, letting the burning trail of whiskey cool in his throat.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 9:38 pm
I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.]Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}Since Lucifa was a shape-shifter, she had no true demonic form. Nothing with horns or a tail or anything of the sort.
Her true form was what she wanted it to be. That gave her an infinite advantage when mingling with humans.
Especially those of the murderous type.
Hopping down to the ground in an alleyway next to the bar, she changed into a beautiful woman with cascading black hair and sharp blue eyes.
Dressed in a sharply-dipping dark blue v-neck blouse, hip-hugging jeans and black high heels, Lucifa - Reine to humans - tossed her hair back and smirked, stepping out into the street.
It was moderately cool out. Tugging her light, wool half-jacket closer to her frame slightly - mostly to seem human than anything; Lucifa's type was too hot on the inside to feel cold on the outside - she stepped inside the bar a few minutes after Chris.
Walking in, her gaze swept the place. Humans galore, but none of them carried the stench of blood that Chris did.
It made her hungry. Maybe she'd eat him instead.
She resisted the urge to lick her lips.
The bar was crowded, everyone caught up in their own problems. In fact, one of the only seats left was directly next to Chris.
Keeping her eyes lowered, she took off her jacket - it was much warmer inside the bar, her mostly-human skin registered - and draped it over the back of the bar stool before taking a set, setting her forearms on the wood.
Finally lifting up her eyes, she looked for the bartender, studying Chris out of the corner of her eye.
Absentmindedly, she wondered how his scream would sound when she ripped off his right arm.
What a lovely thought.In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 8:10 pm
A full glass was pushed towards the sinner who had waved for it, but the bartender's eyes were on Reine. Or rather, parts of her.
Chris watched Lucifa watch him out of the corner of her eye, recognizing her for what she was but appreciating the deliciously feminine curves she had donned. His eyes strayed in particular to the dip in her blouse.
"That's quite a suit," he murmured, sliding her the drink. "Perhaps it would be better to take it off elsewhere?" To anyone sober enough to notice his words, they would think he was drunk and trying to get laid tonight. Maybe he was. He wasn't the only one though, several heads turned in Reine's direction when she entered the bar and some of the owners of those heads were tucking wedding rings away.
Chris kept alert in spite of his lust. It was one thing to admire a human woman; it was quite another to reside in the presence of a demon. His knives remained discreet and at the ready, in contrast with his relaxed demeanor. Silently he thanked Drunk, the demi-god of alcoholism, for pushing him towards getting tipsy every now and then. The whiskey had a lessened effect on him than it would've had if he wasn't used to it. He just needed to keep from getting too tipsy, which would be more difficult considering Drunk's demons were about in the bar, watching and waiting.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 10:32 pm
I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.]Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}((Lol I loved the part about the wedding rings, babe. Nice touch. <3
I'll send in a more volatile profile later. ;D))
Reine's eyes fluttered down to the drink being pushed her way. My my, wasn't he the gentleman?
Smiling a little at the way his eyes kept trailing, she lowered an elegant hand, picked up the glass, and raised it to her lips to take a sip.
It was a good thing most demons were immune to human poisons, otherwise the stupider ones of her kin would be at a definite disadvantage.
She took the drink away before replying.
"Picking up a girl without even asking her name..." she breathed, smirking lightly. "You have guts, my good sir." Turning her head, she flashed him a stunningly seductive smile.
Reine could smell the steel beneath his coat - oh, those knives would make the sex very, very interesting, she was sure.
She wondered what sort of tricks she could tease out of those talented fingers.
Demons were everywhere, she noticed with only mild internal irritation. Even on a normal day, they resided everywhere, feasting upon the negativity and the sinning of the human heart. Parasitic demons growing stronger to go from level D to level S demons over the spans of hundreds of years. And in the meantime, humans become more impulsive, more lusty, and with less regard for consequences.
Lucifa didn't particularly like the parasitic type, but they did indeed make life just a little bit more fun. Humans would be boring without them, honestly.
Turning her head slightly to look back at the back wall of the bar, she raised the glass again and took another sip through an amused smirk.
"Congratulations - you have my respect."
Which was a total lie, but Chris didn't need to know that, right?In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 6:52 pm
((Why thank you xd ))
Chris resisted scoffing. Demons, all demons, were notorious for lying through their teeth. This one, however luscious, was no different.
"If you're planning on a one night stand, how could it matter?" Again, the double entendre. Chris swished his drink around in its cup almost absently, trying to decide whether or not he was going to risk this Succubus's bed for his life. Had he looked away when she gave him that smile, he may have had a better chance to turn her down. But that would have meant killing the thing; you just didn't turn down a Succubus.
Although it was obvious that Reine was engaging in conversation with Chris - and was therefore technically "a taken bed" in bar guy-speech - a young man with no gun in his pocket walked up towards Reine, sliding into a miraculously empty chair beside her. It was apparent he didn't care much for her interest in Chris, he was going to try to get mixed up with the wrong company and it gave him a thrill.
And a tent in his pants, but he didn't care.
"What're you doing with a shady guy like this?" he asked, indicating Chris.
The "shady guy" leaned back in his seat and watched how Lucifa would handle this. It would be interesting to say the least. He hoped so, at any rate.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:35 pm
I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.]Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}Reine's reply was put on hold for a moment as she turned her head slightly and her gaze fluttered along the other man's body, taking in the sight of the man in small sips.
The only thing she could smell on him was the alcohol- both on his breath and almost seeping out of his pores. How disgraceful.
Still. She never turned down a change to rip apart a few limbs. She took another sip of the drink Chris gave her. Maybe if she played her cards right, she'd get both a fantastic night in bed with a man she was going to drain dry, AND an appetizer of drunken male flesh.
And no, NOT in the sexual manner.
Good thing she knew several demons of Gamble's type that were good at their trade.
She looked back to Chris.
"It matters because I want to know what name I'll be screaming later," she replied simply, smoothly, cradling the glass in one hand as she gazed at him, head cocked slightly. Then she smirked- almost tauntingly, but never failing to be sexy. "Reine. Pleasure."
Then she turned her head slightly to look at the other man and smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"And I'm going to be doing him because shady men turn me on," she murmured almost breathlessly to him, running her fingers across the skin right beneath her throat with her right hand, holding the glass in the other. Any smart person would be able to tell she were ruthlessly - if not directly - making fun of him, but the guy didn't seem like the type to think with the head on his shoulders. She arched her back just a bit - sensually and suggestive - as she kept eye contact with the other man, groaning softly in suggestion. "Mmm, you know..." She curved her back to its original position, tilted her head slightly to show more of her delicious neck. "Guns, danger, blood, anticipation..." Then she turned her head to face Chris again, and her eyes flickered downwards to his coat before flashing back up to lock eyes with him. She smirked knowingly, her eyes twinkling. "Knives..."
Oh, she would have both of these two. She'd win everything, because whatever Lucifa wanted, she got. That's the way the world worked.
She was the dealer, and she held a Royal Flush.
If you'd pardon the expression. In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 9:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 8:32 pm
((Sorry, went out of town :/))
Chris smiled wryly. "Cigarettes," he added, keeping attention off his real name simply for the sake of it. He should have known it would be a simple matter for a demon to recognize his knives. She could probably smell the steel on him.
The intruder matched Chris's gaze uncertainly, caught slightly off-balance. He couldn't tell whether this girl was being serious or completely sarcastic. It was an easy matter to discern that Chris wanted him gone, but it seemed as though Reine was encouraging the both of them. He'd have to give her a reason to leave Chris behind.
"My name is Sean," he offered. "It's nice to meet you, Reine." It would be too awkward to shake hands at the bar and with her hands already busy drawing attention to her body, he didn't attempt it.
Chris leaned towards the bar to glare at the man. It wasn't enough that he was butting into business that didn't concern him but now he was trying to get mixed up with a demon that Chris was trying to distract for the sake of humanity.
Well, maybe not directly. "Scram, kid."
If he didn't pay attention to the warning, who really cared? You can try to help someone but in the end, it's their decision if they're going to accept it. In this case, it seemed Sean was choosing to be eaten.
"And leave this fine young woman in your care? You can't even order her a proper drink." Sean signaled for the bartender, but Chris was already standing up and about to leave.
"Let's go Reine. Your place." And if you don't have one, get one.
He could act as though he was taking control, but he actually wanted to leave the bar before things got too out of hand. This boy Sean was making too much of a scene.
Chris walked out through the bar's doors, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. He had never been one to take up smoking, but in prison it helped to pass the time. Plus, he determined, he was healthy enough to take it without too many health problems between now and his death. He really had nothing else and no one else to live for, why prolong his life instead of enjoying it?
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:00 pm
Reine chuckled. Oh, this would be fun.
Turning in her chair so her back faced the counter, she winked at Sean.
"Pleasure," she replied huskily. "A great pleasure indeed."
She hopped off the stool and, with another seductive smile at Sean, silently told him to follow before she grabbed her coat and slipped out the door.
Once outside, she went to Chris and encircled her arms around his neck from behind in a 'friendly' embrace, chuckling.
"Since you already know what I am, my dear," she cooed breathlessly into his ear, taking the cigarette with one hand and releasing him, circling around to his front to gaze at him, one wrist propped up on his shoulder with fingers playing with his hair as she took a deep drag. Eyes still locked with him, she blew smoke up into the air over his head before leaning forward until their noses were nearly touching, and placed the cigarette in between his lips again, her fingers lightly gracing his skin. Eyes still locked with his, she smirked. "Do us both a favor, and lemme eat him."
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 1:47 pm
Chris took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled through his nose, letting the smoke get carried away in the slight breeze. "Fine," Chris conceded, unburdened by a conscience. "You're paying cab fare though." He pulled out another cigarette, lit it, and slipped it into Reine's hand, feigning indifference. Most demons enjoyed a smoke, for whatever reason they gave but Chris simply wanted her to keep her hands busy so she wouldn't end up stabbing his eyes out with those nails.
Sean sauntered out of the bar with his coat and just the faintest hint that he might be a little drunk. Chris thoughtfully rubbed the blade of his knife with a thumb, then climbed into the passenger seat of a taxi that had been stopped by the curb. They were an effort by the bar to reduce drunk driving, and quite convenient for quick and subtle getaways.
Sean climbed in the back hastily, taking advantage of the fact that he had Reine more or less to himself.
"You're going to do anything, do it quietly," Chris said, noting the taxi driver's silent amusement. The comment was more for Reine, really. Kids who played with their food were annoying.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:36 pm
I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.]Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}Reine slid into the right side and leaned into the front, speaking to the taxi-driver.
"Sixth and Ash," she breathed to him. "When you get to the corner go down, take the first right and go up the hill."
Then she smirked, sneaked a look at Sean, and then leaned back in her chair, giggling cynically to herself.
"And of course not, my darling," she purred, sneaking another sensuous look at Sean as she ran her fingers just a little roughly through his hair. "I hate getting my clothes dirty."In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 3:17 pm
Chris kept a hand on his blades in case the taxi driver started getting antsy, but he pulled out from the front of the bar without incident. In moments they were on the road.
"Careful," Sean winced lightly as she ran a hand through his hair. He looped an arm around Reine's waist and pulled her close, moving his hand up to stroke her hair, leaning in forcibly to kiss her on the cheek and on the lips, if he got that far.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 5:21 pm
I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.(You could be empty.)You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.]Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}The wince delighted Reine.
A light-weight. She thought with pleasure, dodging the kiss on the lips and running her fingers forcibly along his jawline around to the back of his neck, her nails scratching lightly against the inviting skin - just waiting to be broken.
There'll be a lot of screaming from him.
It didn't take long to reach their destination; the taxi driver drove up the hill and reached the crest, revealing a wide circular driveway and another driveway to the left, blocked by a massive black wrought iron fence.
The taxi driver did a u-turn and stopped. Reine looked out the window and smiled, licking her lips. During the drive, she had managed to sneak a little bite on Sean's shoulder, drawing only slight pinpricks of blood. Using only a wee bit of her black magic, she negated the pain of the broken skin and licked at the droplets- her first taste.
She thanked his drunken state. The alcohol in his system was acting like a marinade. He'd be delightfully tasty.
Any other time and he would've been just downright disgusting. Humans of his type often were.
"Ah, we're here," she purred, looking up at the gates. In the center of the gates stood the lovely golden-plated letters D and G, their strokes intertwined with each other.
Not her initials, but eh - who was paying attention to that sort of thing?
Smirking, she opened up her door and slipped out.
"Everybody out."
((So can we go insanely graphic with this? You want me to just skip the entire ripping Sean apart, or does Chris plan on watching?))In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..(And I could be right here empty with you.)
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