| In my parent’s eyes, I’m a child of sin
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| Black sheep of the family, blessed be insanity
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| Down with the lambs, up with the lark
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| Run to bed my children now, before it gets dark
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| Family life, forbidden to find
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| Searching her love, within the black depths of a septic mind
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| Barred from my mother’s love, please let me in
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| I was born unto a child of sin
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| A child of sin — her love becomes my lust
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| Raped my own kin — mother ashes to dust
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| Bearing no marks of evil, blamed for my acts of mercy
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| Come lay you down upon the bed
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| My imagination of your severed head
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| The dead loved parents, and the deviant son
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| Family life now that we are one
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| Is this the confused mind of a boy?
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| Or does a oreature lurk within?
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| Am I possessed by eternal entities?
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| Or are my urges born of my own fears?
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| Mother mutilation!
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| Witness malign grin, born unto a vicious child of sin |