Crowpath - The Dead lyrics

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Crowpath - The Dead lyrics

Tension is growing prior to the deed. Awaiting the sweet relief of matches. Stress lightens when the object smolders. Increasing fire. Trigger all senses. Captivating flames fuels the behavior. It will go on and on. It will all be repeated no matter the outcome. The perpetrator will return. Pyromania eternal cycle.