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Hunter Sick RaptureIn this world I've made your all minePrivate moves you make I'm shadow behind Through the panes of glass I see you With a touch of your flesh I'm in you You don't know the tortures of the damned How I long to be with you in hell I am And with the slightest passing of your scent Into my own sick rapture I've went I've got to keep you all for my own I need your heart your soul your body and your Bone body and soul Brooding black eyes I'm hypnotized The curves of your flesh to flaws I'm blind Prey you are to me cunning feline The spell you've cast on me for all time |