| To make believes there is no guilty, to wield the liar’s dagger
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| And clasp his hand to celebrate the countless unborn bastards
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| To praise the guilt some more, in the eyes of the fallen
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| Embracing the swine, this foreplay strangulation
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| (Beaten, reject, hollow)
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| Though your disease is ever mine, I give you diamonds
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| And in an act to seal the oath, I gave you roses, be careful of the fucking
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| thorns
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| In your eyes I saw the end, and these were your words, the promise of never
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| Still in denial of the fact that our feeling dissolve
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| I took your evil skin away with the blade of the liar’s dagger
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| And clasped your hand to celebrate your vile unborn bastard |