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Come here, my little son |
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Come, I'll heal your sins |
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Come on, tell me more |
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Come about the house of filth |
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That you try to hide |
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How does it feel |
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To touch your sister's lust? |
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She's just flesh like you family of hogs |
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Playing old games |
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Confess tell me why? You lie |
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Confess flesh is all you are, filth |
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Every touch it feels like a gods bite |
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Beat my body hardly don't ask me why |
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Crucify your lust, lick the hanging cross |
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Never walk out from me or you'll be lost |
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Fluids, brutality among the scum |
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Your mother's a bitch as well |
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Her place is not at home |
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Confess how your bodies dance |
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The dance of silent flesh |
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Confess how every night she's pleased |
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Hogs of sin playing old games |
