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The Gynecic Curse Lyrics

Fake faces fill up a room,
A seemingly genuine succubus smiles.
Drooling lies, just for a f***,
Left naked, in your filth and bile.
She-wolf howls one last rhyme,
At the constant falling sands of time,
All beauty fades, replaced with age,
That fishwife tramp will take her stage

The gynecic curse!

Before you realize your face is dripping away like an icicle,
Maybe you'll regret using it as a crutch
She-wolf howls one last rhyme,
At the constant falling sands of time,
All beauty fades, replaced with age,
That fishwife tramp will take her stage

The eye watches you,
The mind thinks about me
When is this different?
How couldn't I see
through your web of silk
that wrapped around my will
and pulled my mouth to silence?
You're just a drone, an empty shell b****.
Doomed to burn from the first day
Why did I think that the feeling would stay?
You're diseased with the gynecic curse,
How does it feel knowing it can't be reversed?
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