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Come, make me real |
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Take your blade and cut |
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Cut until I'm Whole |
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Mind-fuck me until I'm blind |
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Shattered TV. sodomy |
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Burn the truth into my eyes |
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Carve the words on my mind |
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With the rusty blade you bare |
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Tear out my heart |
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Rub it on the wall of thorns |
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I hide behind the pain |
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Whip me, cut me, fuck me, hate me |
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Taste me, feel me, touch me, kill me |
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Taunt me with illusions of love |
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You hold the whip that rakes my back |
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You bear the tongue that scourges my soul |
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Razor-blade smile and broken mirror cunt |
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Pleasure to pain to pleasure once more |
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Hearing the chord of discord, playing sweet and slow |
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Barefoot dancing on broken glass |
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Lacerated flesh and bloodstained burlap |
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Someone's Star of David pinned to my chest |
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It's not mine |
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My god is a god of pain |
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You hold the chain |
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To this razor-wire collar |
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You hold the key |
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To my misery |
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Back... |
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