excited, waiting, soon their courage will be penetrated by his inflected thoughts and his cold appearance. now they are all waiting for him. he will say things so awful and totally unexpected that they will never want to their eyes his way again. with stolen talent he makes them his inferiors. him, the sickness, the master of this circle of men. he watches while they leave with their pale faces towards the ground. but they will return again, like flies to flames.
Lyrics submitted by fetesque
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