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What did you think |
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You god, you bastard |
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When you opened this scars on me? |
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Why did you make |
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My skull with 5 black holes |
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To suck what you create and live in the pain dimension? |
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Live in the pain dimension with eyes to see, |
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Ears to hear, mouth to lick and brain to think |
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Why? you god, you bungler |
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Why you sewed this worm skin on me? |
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Why is it good |
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A shreded skin to live in, |
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To scrape all the scars 'till they blood, what your serpent son worn? |
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What you serpent son worn with eyes to see |
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Nose to smell, brain to think. |
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Pain in me deep within |
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Like a thorn under the skin |
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Cold demise burns inside.... 7th scar... |
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Why you opened this seventh scar? |
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Thorn under skin that forever hurts! |
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What did you think |
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You god, deceiver |
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When you cut a seventh scar in me? |
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What did you feel |
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When you laid your lance rest |
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And the crown of you son start to throb...under my ribs? |
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Under my ribs inside my skin |
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A heart of thorns... forever |
