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Failed coercion leads to intrusion and the blood forever runs |
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In her head into her hands between her legs where his mind lies |
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Power drives him into 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 from her neck |
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From her legs the 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 no one is gonna 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 with that stupid smile on your face |
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And try to convince me that you care defined by your power |
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Defined by her body |
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The innocence she feels, everybody else contains |
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It's lost, it's gone but |
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I guessIt doesn't matter anyway |
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Reach in rip apart the inner fibers of her soul |
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And you can sit there with that stupid smile on your face |
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And try to convince me that you care defined by your power |
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Defined by her body |
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Defined, redefined, ****ed, tortured and discarded |
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And if he ever cares maybe he will feel ashamed |
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For everything he's stolen for all the trust she gave |
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Possessed and broken, 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 think you're wrong |
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She will never feel quite right |
