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Again and again It winds slick lix-like to have a fire site Perilous thorn in my brain Parasite nimble with convulsed streams of plasma Nestles, sure of entry, in my brain It breeds It sweats It burns It lives Piece by piece, it knows me, and I know it Just when it comes and when it goes It stays by me, in secret, all alone Whenever I do what it drives me to It takes a little piece of me and burns it As a tribute to its God It breeds It sweats It burns It lives It breeds It sweats It burns It lives As its temple and its victim My blood runs on marble floors Just like some insane circulation Back into my corroded heart By then I realize There's just one door One door, unlocked I open the door, and It breeds It sweats It burns It lives