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The black sheep of the herd with absurd desires that have her leaning toward the satanic fires
The heavy metal queen who walks on hearts and stomps on spleens craves the attention to never go unseen
She's looking through that hole in the sky
But the darkness around her covers the sun that shines
Falling ill to the symptoms of the universe
Losing track of time
Adrenaline rushing down her spine
Colombian Cocaine lines for the cure
A heart once pure begins to mold
Losing control of her soul
Losing control of time
Now she's mine
Now she's mine