Naked skin, inside the women gallery
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Icebound minds, frozen drama of their life
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Wanting out, to break away, leave it all behind
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This hoary fever killing all of their kind
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Imprisoned flesh, sold open on the streets
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Pavement romance screams at me
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Open up, spread'em wide,
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swallow stiffened pride
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Don't ever let them see you blind
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All laid bare, on broken glass
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The cutting of flesh, the favourable ground,
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Cold and wet, calling them, calling me
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For all eternity...
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Sleeping poetry among the thousand
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obscure chambers and their beauty at night
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Viscous scenes after dark reflecting fantasies
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projected by delusion as a child
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That's for whom I bleed, and that's for whom I weep
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It's for all of those who need be saned
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from childhood pain
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Are you willing to see, all the blackness in me?
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Pointed like a spear of rage against
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their pavement game
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Pass it on; let them taste the fears
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Do unto them as they have done to you
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Sweet revenge on those bitter faces
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You'd best enjoy it while it lasts
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For Whom I Bleed
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| The Provenance |
