| This is my skin, battered and blue
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| This is my body, broken for you
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| This is my world, a sickening view
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| This is my blood which I spill for you
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| Cut away the layers down to the bone
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| Down there’s the inner child from which I have grown
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| Feelings bleeding, stripped, skinned and salted
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| I burnt and then pissed on all I ever wanted
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| I’ll gladly walk — that extra mile —
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| Cut my throat — to make me smile —
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| I’m vandalised — I’m sacrificed —
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| I’m stretched out wide —
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| I’m crucified — I am crucified
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| My guardian angel, bleeding on the deck
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| Cupid paralysed, with a broken neck
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| My one and only prayer is my own death threat
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| The wages of sin, each and every regret
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| Break my back, but you cannot crush me
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| Kick the chair, but you cannot hang me
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| Only happy when I see you fall
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| On top of your head, I always walk so tall |