Little girl so filthy and wrecked
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IĄ¯ve been in all of your holes
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Every ounce of your flesh I digested
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Every drop of your breath I held
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The things IĄ¯d do for the taste of your skin
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At times so tempted to cannibalize
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Hoping to imbibe the force that created my death
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To purge the angst of your gift
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When in actuality it was nothing
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Nothing but lust for darkness
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It led to perversion
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The kind of perversion that creates unconscious will
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To the favor of the other no less
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And I am just one
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Just one limb of the great Father
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Who doesnĄ¯t exist
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I take on leprosy to disembody myself from the whole
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Yet this figure- head is in constant growth
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So soon IĄ¯m replaced
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Replaced by another fool
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Who is fooled?
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And taken into her incestuous dream
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Now he must be impeccable with his worship
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in your church and wait in line for communion
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Only left to ponder how the wine will taste
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knowing everyone before and after you will be
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Filthy And Wrecked
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| Matt Zane |
