Vagrant God — Perfect Innocence lyrics

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Commencing, as flowers wither on the mouth of blame. The
Rusty shape beneath me witters empty. Impostor — your
Blatant scams amuse me. Blood flows fiery, staining this
Illusion. I am the haven; crafting perfect innocence. This
Tired mercy falters finally. Imposing pain enables me to see
Slither to feed the searing rift within me. Repent — interned
Inside a frame of cries. Blood flows fiery, staining this
Illusion. I am the haven; crafting perfect innocence. You
May envision the means of salvation, but you will never
Befit the hallowed one. Your world — your prison; ceding in
Quiet ruin. Its benediction always remained your own