Candle Styx So it goes moths gather round a flame So the mollycoddled will get theirs fanned So sure are the popular of their fame So sure their bullshit will go untamed So sure the covert stirrer will not be exposed So assured worshipful oohs and ahhs Now you know the tricks That duped your younger self Gullibility and ignorance helped you on To places where you survived But one day woke to realise You were just a joke, accessorising their egos Exorcist of their remorse When the real needy are...

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