It’s the angst of things to come
You’re immaculate and young
You wash your hands in innocence
And keep it to the bitter end
But under your skin you’re dying in sin
Do you wanna die without a scar
With untainted memoirs
Do you wanna die without a scar
The blandest au revoir
Good + Evil = Par
Every pleasure leaves a scar
Every fire leaves a burn
Every touch can leave a mark
And the hours turn to days
Time is spinning in delays
No heart no pain
No scars no shame
No love no fear
The end is near
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