Troubled girls a two in pain like sisters grew
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to release their hells they¡¯ll cut themselves under fatherless roofs
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troubled girls a two promiscuously screw
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the hole within cannot be filled a razors wit will now have to do
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they fuck on mattresses stained foul the color of spilled wine
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they sleep in emptiness a deadbeat mothers love desired
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a void so chasmous mutilation is required
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a ritual in secrecy in opened flesh they do confide
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beneath their clothing hides a map of scars freakishly carved
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between their puckered lips a waiting lie hollow inside
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harlots through and through singing nymphomania¡¯s blues
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born with legs behind their heads their tattered flesh they offer to you
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troubled girls a two victims of a world so cruel
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with blood they paint and masturbate
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young angels marred in vilest of hells
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taboo scars like brail unto the touch keloid tributaries wind
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when she splits her sisters skin o how it flows the blood divine
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while mother is away the girls will play the girls will play
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the gemini of shame the twins of pain to bleed again
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mutual mutilation
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frenzied crimson masturbation
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endless cycle of depression
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whorish sexual reputation
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bulimic chronic pill abusing
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lying defaming people-using
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why should you go on living you were born to feed the worms
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beneath their clothing hids a map of scars freakishly carved
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between their puckered lips a waiting lie hollow inside
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while mother is away the girls will play the girls will play
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the gemini of shame twins of pain to bleed again
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Map Of Scars
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| The Black Dahlia Murder |
