Whirlwind
Have you any instruction
For controlling, for puppetry
Tie my hands and feet
I won’t remove this blindfold
Whenever you’re ready, I’d do it
Morality is our loss
He wasn’t saved, she perished
Life is a sin sweeter like this
Incomplete and shaken
We’ll never know
Whirlwind, be naïve
This is hell with my eyes closed
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