the more i hate the more i love,
from the secret in the leather glove.
take my lips and kiss me passion bleed.
to the turning hate that makes me greed.
from roses to thorns to the sighing mourns.
I hate you i love you until the dawn.
I love the passion play made to the cradle's day.
forever love me, with eternal hate.
I am the one who knows the secret,
I am the one that watches you decay.
I live forever and watch the night turn to day.
I am evil for the wickedness I adore.
telling happiness is a thrilling bore.
I love to play with hearts so red,
Seduce the thrills with nails on the bed.
For my lips so hungry for blessed hate.
i would love to see you die in fate.
kiss me now and let the sun go down for the bats,
tonight to feed upon.
For now I am to see you go but please my love,
let the hate grow.
For those who need a helping hand live right now and aren't so grand.
From the fall from grace to rise above,
put the secret back inside the glove.
 
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