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Bless Jessica her tempest |
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I wheel a cage around you |
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They only see emptiness |
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In rot decay and horror |
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Slash goddess soil your beauty |
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A foul embracing thumb screw |
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Her fingers gouge divinely |
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As the old poisons the new |
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Nothing more to bleed |
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Nothing more to sow |
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Nothing more to take |
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Nothing more will grow |
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A hangman's rope to bind you |
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Their stories to deceive |
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One golden glove to blind you |
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Served up for the naive |
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I spoke genius |
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I wrote a bible |
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Dead white men could not |
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Have done it better |
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Paint over it in black |
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Wrap it up in red tape |
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Address it to no-one and send it off |
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As a dead letter |
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I got a dead letter |
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Sedit takes his crystal tool |
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Drives the nail into skull |
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Menstrual roses, field of harlots |
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Ripens the pleasure dolls |
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Milk, opiate, enigma |
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Most vicious animal |
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Seed Lilith and her dogma |
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The grafted cannibal |
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Nothing more to bleed |
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Nothing more to sow |
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Nothing more to take |
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Nothing more will grow |
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A hangman's rope to bind you |
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Their stories to deceive |
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One golden glove to blind you |
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Served up for the naive |
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I spoke genius |
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I wrote a bible |
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Dead white men could not |
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Have done it better |
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Paint over it in black |
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Wrap it up in red tape |
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Address it to no-one and send it off |
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As a dead letter |
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I got a dead letter |