| I am the one, the fallen bastard son
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| I’ll step inside you, I feel your lips
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| And seize your flesh, to penetrate the wound
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| And your screams shall be dreams
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| Of the graceless one’s rebirth
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| Forever I have lost the way
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| To the flesh that was mine today
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| I left my trace I left my mark
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| Carnal ways to recreate the heart
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| Feel the pain and we know
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| And the pain we are cursed with child
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| To be with me, is to be left
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| I step away now, I’ll leave your lips
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| And withered flesh, no more inside the wound
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| A badge of lust and wrong decisions
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| The cold hands of a cursed religion
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| A false idol to praise and worship
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| And coax these hellish times
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| To cut and paint my sins, a shade of purest white
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| To play the role of god, and recreate a life
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| I am the one, the fallen bastard son
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| I’ll step inside you, I fell your lips
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| And seize your flesh tonight
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| A false idol to worship
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| And coax these hellish times
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| To play the role of god, and recreate a life
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| A badge of lust and wrong decisions
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| The cold hands of a cursed religion
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| To cut and paint my sins
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| A shade of purest white, I paint my sins in white!
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| Forever I have lost the way
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| To the flesh that was mine today
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| I left my trace I left my mark
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| Carnal ways to recreate the heart
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| Feel the pain and we know
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| And with the pain we are cursed with child |