| I am a slave to serve my seed, and balance its sick needs.
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| Nothing but pain.
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| If it is tipped either way but straight down the middle of its cold heart.
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| I am a slave with no will or purpose.
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| It keeps me all night head deep in endless talk.
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| I do not identify with the secret and prudent whisperers who seek to lie,
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| to hide their ignored sins.
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| Instead I let myself be haunted by cruel decisions our youth lead us.
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| Still let the guilt of used up girls punish my nights and guide my days.
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| Under my roof is my challenge.
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| I am a slave, and right now women are stepping out of little girls of mine.
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| A motion in play for a decade so close it went unseen.
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| Make my way for them in fear.
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| In my wake, for my own. |