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• Artiste: Light This City
• Titre: Hunt
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A transparent heart can't hide its blackest wish. Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer. Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise, but I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes. Now that you've shed your skin, you suppose it's time to feed? Well, I won't be your submissive prey; I've tamed my share of beasts. Now that you've shed your skin, don't assume its time to feed. Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat. A transparent heart can't hide its blackest wish. Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer. Your scheme to conceal the desire may be wise, but I can still see lust hidden in your famished eyes. Love is often gilded with a glaze of deceitful bliss to hide the darkness underneath. It's not what it seems. It's not what it appears to be. Suspicion is the blood that lingers on the meat.[x2] The more you devour, the more you crave the taste of the life you profess to care for. You will remain a slave to your own satisfaction until you drain the starvation from your eyes and see that I, too, know how to kill. I will fucking kill.