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Failed coercion leads to intrusion |
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And the blood forever runs in her head |
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Into her hands between her legs |
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Where his mind lies |
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Power drives him in to murder innocence |
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On the rack of his devices, vices and designs |
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She will never scrub the stains from her arms |
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From her neck, from her legs |
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Dirt will remain as a reminder of his hateful face |
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Reach in, rip apart the inner fibers of her soul |
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Boy, you'll never know how it feels to fear the shame |
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Feel free to walk down any dark street without fear |
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Without shame |
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No one is going to touch you |
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And you don't need protection |
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She shouldn't need protection |
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And you can sit there |
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With that stupid smile on your face |
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And try to convince me that you care |
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Defined by your power, defined by her body |
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The innocence she feels |
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Everybody else contains |
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It's lost it's gone |
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But I guess it doesn't matter anyway |
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Reach in, rip apart the inner fibers |
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Of her soul and you can sit there |
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With that stupid smile on your face |
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And try to convince me that you care |
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Defined by your power |
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Defined, redefined, ****ed, tortured and discarded |
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And if he ever cares |
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Maybe he will feel ashamed |
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For everything he's stolen |
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For all the trust she gave |
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Possessed and broken |
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She cries but it's not our problem |
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Pull down your goddamn blinds |
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He will never think he's wrong |
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She will never feel quite right |
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You will never think he's wrong |
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You will never think you're wrong |
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She will never feel quite right |
