For that viper that grows inside your head
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she remains there waiting to be fed
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self made parasite speculating about the end
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(I ask you)
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Can you forgive her?
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Back into the womb of this holy woman
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else pregnant of an entire breed
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of men afraid to create, (to) take place and to proceed
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(I ask you)
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Can you forgive them?
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They promised me a miracle
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a private god for me to hold
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Can you forgive me?
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They promised me a miracle
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someone to really really love
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Can you forgive me?
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Your handmade god
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is back into your womb
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Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy
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of creating a god that sees what I see,
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looks exactly like me, rather what I (what I) wanted to be
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Can you forgive me?
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For that viper that grew inside my head
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for having betrayed you so well
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Can you forgive me?
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They promised me a miracle
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when all my crimes will be just one
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but now is gone.
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They promised me a miracle.
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Back to your womb it feels so cold.
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Handmade God
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Moonspell |