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A shadow, I prowl these decadent streets, |
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Perversion, degradation my soulmates. |
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An observer, I'm admist the innocent weak, |
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My fascinations are salacious and unchaste. |
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This netherworld of carnality is my existance, |
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I don't walk alone, for this is my home, |
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And my subsistence. |
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I silently drift through these darkened paths, |
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I'm a witness to human psyche in decay. |
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There's nothing here but burnt-out bodies and souls, |
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A breeding ground for the depraved. |
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I've plunged beyond the sickest depths of pruriency, |
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What is normal to me is far beneath what is seen as |
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mere "obscenity". |
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Can you feel the pain |
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Of these souls deranged? |
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Can you feel the pain |
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I have lived inside |
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These pathetic minds |
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And it's menacing |
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Psychosis |
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And lust is |
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So dangerous |
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Sexuality |
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At its most diseased |
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Has enslaved us... |
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I wish I could give you severe details, |
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But now's not the time nor the place. |
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I've sojourned through the vilest combat zones, |
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And been invovled in acts that are debased. |
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Virtuous lives are crushed in this malevolent den of thieves, |
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There's no escape from the abduction and rape |
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of virginity. |
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Scenic nightmares of brutal self-indulgence, |
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Nothing is sacred, especially life. |
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I completely share my amorality, |
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With the hookers and the hustlers that stalk the night. |
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Shocking, disgusting displays of human indignities, |
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Anything can be achieced in sexual iniquities. |
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Can you feel the pain |
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Of these souls deranged? |
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Can you feel the pain |
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I have lived inside |
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These pathetic minds |
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And it's menacing |
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Psychosis |
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And lust is |
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So dangerous |
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Sexuality |
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At its most diseased |
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Has enslaved us... |
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I've been seduced into this realm, |
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Why? I cannot say... |
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I've cleansed myself from all that's pure, |
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I've now incurred disgrace. |
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I can't put my finger on the attraction, |
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I'm not an anomaly. |
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In my domain of abomination, |
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Psychosexualuty... |
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I have a personal obsession with pain, |
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Dealing, receiving, to me it's the same, |
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It's a tragic game |
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Excruciation that goes unrestrained, |
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To others this pleasure may be insane, |
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Or at the least profane |
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Virgins forced to perform unspeakable deeds, |
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Immaculate youth placed in impurity. |
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The screams of pain, I have heard the screams |
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Of quiet exits, but forced entry. |
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Desperate souls of one accord, |
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With their lives in this sordid world |
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Women defiled for that vein-numbing fix, |
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Bestiality, this is sick. |
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Orifices committing disgust, |
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Grotesque forays into macabre lusts. |
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Why am I here? I've been drawn, |
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In this shameless world I belong... |
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Can you feel the pain |
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Of these souls deranged? |
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Can you feel the pain |
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I have lived inside |
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These pathetic minds |
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And it's menacing |
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Psychosis |
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And lust is |
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So dangerous |
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Sexuality |
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At its most diseased |
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Has enslaved us... |
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Men who pluck children from their families, |
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Teaching a man's "rules" to this younger breed. |
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To the black-market, parents sell their young under eight, |
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Anything older out here is too late, |
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Adolescence their fate... |
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Snuff films with their discreet mutiliations, |
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Anonymous fiends and confused, unwilling victims. |
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Desecrating unblemished bodies and minds, |
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Breaking and torturing, then ending their lives, |
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I have watched them die... |
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You've been given a glimpse of this pornographic scene, |
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Some of it scares me, all of it excites me. |
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This is my horrible, demented hell, |
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Once you're trapped down here I wish you well. |
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Why am I here? I've been drawn, |
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But honestly, do I belong?... |
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Can you feel the pain |
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Of these souls deranged? |
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Can you feel the pain |
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I've been trapped inside |
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These pathetic minds |
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And it's menacing |
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Psychosis |
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And lust is |
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So dangerous |
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Sexuality |
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At its most diseased |
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Has enslaved us... |
