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Sex f/x middle of the night it's the 666-fix makes you think it's all right something grabbed ahold of me it's a blast from the past and it rocks to the root of my soul and the future no self control no fruit who was your first love know the time is wrong out of holy bond so long caught you by surprise not looking now i'm looking every time worthless dirt and trash of me bought with the blood of God bitten by the flesh infected to the core ruled by lust playing with this superpower too much churning burning pit of my soul self control