**A LUSTFUL MIND (Dethlord Reconfiguration)** --- Scheming little parasite, snapping your teeth for scraps of me — obsession’s a filthy drug, you overdosed and called it love. I see how your hands shake when I’m near — not from fear, from that rot you mistake for want. Keep biting your tongue like it’ll grow sweeter. I’m not your fix. I’m the blade under your pillow. You whisper about my body like it’s a door you’ve already kicked in, like it don’t splinter, don’t bleed. Pathetic. Your head’s a nest of worms, crawling with fantasies that smell like grave dirt and old sweat. You’d beg me to slit your throat pretty — call it affection. You’d tell me to bury it deeper just to prove you can choke. I’d advise you: back down. I’d advise you: get to steppin’ before your lust turns to carrion. Because your craving? It’s a sermon in reverse. No redemption, just ruin. **[BREAKDOWN]** --- --- ---
