| I know what you do with him
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| I know what you do when you’re alone
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| I’ve tried to bury the truth
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| I’ve ignored your filthy moans
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| But now it’s too late for you
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| I’ve reached a point of no return
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| Don’t even think about lying
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| Or half-heartedly apologizing
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| How about I cut out your tongue?
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| I’d do the world a favor
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| Your eyes are next, but not your life
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| Death would be rewarding for you
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| I can’t even punish you
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| By taking the ones you love
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| Because
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| You only care about
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| You only care about
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| Yourself
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| You are fucking worthless scum
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| I will not put up with it
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| Your infectious arrogance
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| Makes me sick
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| But you’ll suffer somehow
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| Trust me
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| I’ll make sure of it
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| I’ll make your life a living hell
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| The same way you did for me
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| And everyone else around
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| Ever since the miscarriage
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| You haven’t been the same
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| It’s as if you loved your unborn child
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| More than the three of us
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| I can’t even punish you
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| By taking the ones you love
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| Because
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| You only care about
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| You only care about
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| Yourself
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| What kind of mother
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| Tells her daughter
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| To go kill herself
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| «To make life easier
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| For everyone else?»
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| You live your life
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| On your hands and knees
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| Claiming the world as a victim
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| Of your disease
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| This generation
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| Ruined with oversaturation
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| Of your infection
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| You’ll get what you have coming
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| She-who-must-not-be-named will suffer the consequences
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| She-who-must-not-be-named will suffer the consequences
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| Of her actions
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| I can’t even punish you
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| By taking the ones you love
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| Because
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| You only care about
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| You only care about
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| Yourself
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| What kind of mother
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| Tells her daughter
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| To go kill herself
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| «To make life easier
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| For everyone else?» |