[R. Nattefrost '95]
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The toes that you step on today may be
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connected to the ass you'll be kissing tommorow.
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These feelings are left from you.
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Like a vast burning field
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and then you submit yourself to me.
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Perversion of the flesh.
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With needles in thin skinned places.
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The warm blood of life poured on the floor,
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but who gives a shit when your life is a plague.
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A rollercoster ride of pain.
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I saw the white in your eyes.
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Beat me, she said.
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Cruel, violent shotgun love.
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I kill you, point blank range.
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I drank too much of the midnight wine,
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disregardless of whatever i claim my throne.
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Your voice kept ringin in my ears
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like little echoes from yesterdays.
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I did not want,
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I did not feel.
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Pierced Genitalia
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| Carpathian Forest |
