| You, dangling, swinging
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| Hanging, spinning, aftermath
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| Your soft white flesh turns past me, slaked with blood
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| Your evil eyes more damning than a demon’s curse
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| Your lovely body, soon caked with mud
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| As I carry you to your grave, my arms your hearse
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| You stand before me defenceless
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| Your stare unchanging, silent, cold, intense sears my brain
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| Hey, hey!
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| Drip, drip, ugh!
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| From your sagging lip
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| Liquid red down your body spread
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| Your soft breast glistens, your deep navel fountains
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| Your shadow over chair
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| Your shadow over chair
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| Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains!
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| Hey, drip, drip!
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| Hey, drip, drip!
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| Hey, drip, drip!
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| In a clearing
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| Where the sunrays dance amongst the forest’s dense secrets
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| You will softly rest
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| Your pale beauty enshrined by the sweet glade
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| Your body at peace
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| Even the earth will fill the crack where entered my blade
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| Where entered my blade!
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| Yea, shall I cut you down?
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| Yes 'twould be a last physical communion
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| I’ll be gentle, I’ll be gentle, I’ll be gentle, I’ll be gentle
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| I’ll be gentle, I’ll be gentle, I’ll be gentle, I’ll be gentle
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| I’ll not hurt you, I’ll not hurt you
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na…
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| I’ll not hurt you!
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| Drip, drip, ugh!
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| From your sagging lip
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| Liquid red down your body spread
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| Your soft breast glistens, your deep navel fountains
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| Your shadow over chair
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| Your shadow over chair
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| Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains, yeah!
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| Hey, drip, drip!
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| Hey, drip, drip!
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| Hey, drip, drip!
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-laaa… |