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if i could look down from the vantage of an enraged god |
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i'd pass judgement on your betrayal |
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proceed with your punishment |
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scratch that apologetic smile |
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from your beautiful face |
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convert my falling tears to daggers that impale you |
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pierce the flesh i love |
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and drive the life from your body |
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the lovely body i've held to mine |
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our last moments filled with pain |
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and unspeakable pleasure |
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our last moments filled with pain |
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and unspeakable pleasure |
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i would lick your wounds |
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and kiss the blood from your eyes |
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our bodies entangled like lovers locked |
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as existence fades from your silver eyes |
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intimately you hold me |
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in an instant of enlightenment |
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i'd like to think you see what's lost |
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the two of us will end |
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the beauty sentenced to death |
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the two of us will end |
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if had the will of a god |
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i'd leave you impaled to die |
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but i don't have the will of a god |
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i kneel in the street |
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with my anger spent |
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i betray myself |
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for years on end |
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breathing is so difficult |
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when you've chosen to suffocate |
