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D E F I L E |
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M E |
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She'll say and she'll scream |
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D E F I L E |
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M E |
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From untouched to unclean |
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Just a pretty little whore |
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fucking used up so dirty so filthy so sore |
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They say discard after use |
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what's it worth when it's laying in the gutter from the abuse |
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It's drunken on the blood of the saints |
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the souls of all your saviours surely run through its veins |
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shedding skin, giving all 'til it's gone |
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a feather for a lover 'til it's stripped and left for carrion |
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D E F I L E |
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M E |
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She'll say and she'll scream |
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D E F I L E |
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M E |
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From untouched to unclean |
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It looks just like you're praying from so low down on your knees |
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a kiss from the wretched maw filled to the brim with their impurities |
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Were their love for the worthless |
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we would only be here just to appease |
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praising to the angels call to the devils fall |
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to the harlots disease |
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They want to feel its pale and white skin |
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They want to take its flesh |
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now, come hither |
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Upon their tongues its poison, its sin |
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they want to drink its wine |
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now, come hither |
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They give their praise to its abhorrent scars |
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wish upon its stars |
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now, come hither |
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They want a taste of the whore they want to taste of its sores |
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until its screaming for more |
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so come hither |
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D E F I L E |
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M E |
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She'll say and she'll scream |
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D E F I L E |
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M E |
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From untouched to unclean |
