Twisted Strange - Old Habits

My wrongful desires
Are coming clear
Growing stronger
Avoiding fear

The scars speak loud
The blood wants to be seen
Some say this is and addiction
If so I soon won't be clean

I'll return to my habits
Back to my release I'll go
I take that sharp object
And let the red flow.

Twisted Strange

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