Dimera
by Burn the Priest· from Self-Titled
With just a flick of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a concentric mental decline. I control your elation, I control your depression. I take as I wish memory, clothed in araiment noir. I take you under my dark wing and nurture you in hate, to dwell forever in Maison Blanche. Purity through corruption, who am I to blame when your basic instincts are realized?