Absalom scornfully sings, looking down on a passed-out Bella
[Absalom]
We're caught in a threadless Web of Emotion
Harnessed to the hairs
On the back of your neck
You are Driven
Bound to die
You're an apprentice in the house of pain
Bound to die
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