i'm smashing all the mirrors i used to cradle so fondly
i'm burning the person i thought i was
beauty is not my desire
terror is what i want now
i shall strike fear into the heart of every man who looks upon me
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i'm smashing all the mirrors i used to cradle so fondly
i'm burning the person i thought i was
beauty is not my desire
terror is what i want now
i shall strike fear into the heart of every man who looks upon me