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Right in my face |
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I can't hear |
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This body has become mutilated by fear |
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In hunger I swallowed my tongue |
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My touch is a mute's scream |
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With an unctuous smile she used to offer redemption that was not hers to bestow |
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Now the flesh is moist rigor mortis as severed parts lay before me |
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May no-one condemn my actions |
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Because no-one knows my name |
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I don't need absolution |
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But only a switchblade |
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She's naked, deteriorated |
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Fast asleep in my arms |
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She's naked, deteriorated |
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Right in my face |
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I can't hear |
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This body has become mutilated by fear |
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In hunger I swallowed my tongue |
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My touch is a mute's scream |
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She's naked, deteriorated |
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May no-one condemn my actions |
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May no-one |
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No-one |