Incentive by Epica
How can we conduct
Symphonies of our destruction
Without having a clue
How to interpret the darkest notes
There is no need to feel so depraved
A spotless disease is what I am
All of those fools that I have enslaved
Were so long ago already damned
There is no need to be so engaged
The master of the stash is what I am
All this distress that I have engraved
Is forming the path that I defend
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