| I pour salt in your wounds and you don’t even flinch
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| I sharpen my nails to give you a pinch
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| My pulse is undetectable, yours is even worse
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| You’re so dead, I can’t move you, not even with a hearse
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| And you know I’ll wait for you in vain
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| An excuse for a master, I’m sweating like a slave
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| You won’t let me have it the reaction I crave
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| In a sickening epiphany I learn that it’s reversed
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| I’m all black and blue and hollering cursed
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| And you know I’ll wait for you to wake
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| I undress you with flames and gut you awake
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| Take a piss on your grave and you would still feel nothing
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| I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller
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| Toss you away and you would still feel nothing
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| Take a walk to the wishing well, get yourself a drink
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| Drowning yourself, it’s not what you think
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| Get a hold on the tentacles tearing you apart
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| Like a splintered stake through your un-slept heart
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| And you know I’ll wait for you, always for you, in vain for you
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| I caress you with flames and gut you awake
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| Take a piss on your grave and you would still feel nothing
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| I could kill you with pain and without a painkiller
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| Toss you away and you would still feel nothing |