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Born from the hidden* |
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The dark and the suppressed |
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A lifetime of misery |
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In the ranks of the oppressed |
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In my skin I pen my sins |
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The burden of penance carved in flesh |
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My body is a map of pain |
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A scar ridden wasteland |
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I regret reciting forgiveness |
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I repent cutting deep not to forget |
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Mutilation for absolution |
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To avoid the horrors of damnation |
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My pain and blood will bring |
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salvation and humiliation |
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A festering sickness |
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that rages inside |
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From birth of fragile flesh |
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to decay upon the cross |
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I regret reciting forgiveness |
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I repent cutting deep not to forget |
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In my skin I pen my sins |
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the burden of penance carved in flesh |
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My body is a map of pain |
|
a scar ridden wasteland |
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Born from the hidden |
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The dark and the suppressed |
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A lifetime of misery |
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In the ranks of the oppressed |
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A festering sickness |
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that rages inside |
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From birth of fragile flesh |
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to decay upon the cross |
