| Calvary, funeral chapel
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| the suffering because of the loss endures
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| I wander through paths of confussion
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| I become lost in alienation, never
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| Where have you gone? |
| Why?
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| you won’t get away from me
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| I keep your inert body
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| death hides your soul
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| you skin hides the pleasure
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| The edge of my perversion shines
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| the glint of the scalpel
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| will strip of your skin
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| I’ll expose to view your carnality, flesh
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| Blood still warm is trickling down my hands
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| your essence, the feel of your uncovered muscles
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| your skin shed the stink
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| of flesh, on the tray, dead flesh
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| I slide into your dead body
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| a meeting after life
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| I’m not a necrophiliac
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| I’m beyond life and death, outside
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| I’m not a disbalanced person
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| flesh is flesh, my instinct, my destiny
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| Obsession, lust
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| established feelings
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| sin, blasphemy
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| what do they mean for us, sister? |