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The pain of eating loved meat, i can't descibe
Like feeding off the carcass that once kept me alive
My lover wasnt born a lion
and if you're not a lion you're a prey
I feed off him sobbing my way through joints
crying at his weakness, but im triumphant in my game
My instinct is strong, he doesnt know
The girl he loves so much, can never love him so.
I was born a lion, and at 19 of age i see my mane
My nature compells me, there is no other way
i am a woman, a deadlier being was never made.