| The mimic of fear, you’re under my control
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| Get naked on the bed debauchery! |
| Go out!
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| More bitter, the death is woman
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| Drink from her chalice and give her your thorn
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| Every time you’ll be kissed by my whip
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| You’ll be the virgin, my delight forlorn
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| I’m hating you!
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| Strokes to exalt your candour!
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| Sublime is the colour of cruelty!
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| I feed your pain and your screams
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| Now I’m sure someone is suffering for me I can cum
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| I’m hating you!
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| The whiplaw is carving your beauty
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| Dressed by sores, wounds and sperm
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| The whiplaw exalts my observance
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| I’m the painter of anguish and lust |