Unlock Me


You see, this brain has lost control ...
And I have grown numb to this fucked up world ...

Bring out your weapons.

Here's my trust, I want it bad ...
Tie these hands behind my back ...

Let's begin the fierce attack.

Tempt my legs to part and intrude ...
Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.

Master of Mystery, here is the key.

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