| Treacherous without compassion
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| You sought expression through them all
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| Sadistic and perverted urges
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| Dictated they had to fall
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| Spent your youth in reformatories
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| Where you’re hate grew day by day
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| Molested and subjugated
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| Satisfying them in their way
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| Victim of your drives
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| Personification of insanity
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| No escape
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| You can’t control the instincts inside
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| Never, there is no escape
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| You feel no guilt for what you’ve done
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| You never thought it was a crime
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| Following you’re nature
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| There was never malice meant that time
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| Can’t understand the hate against you
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| Can’t they see that you were right?
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| You must obey those powerful feelings
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| Coming from inside
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| Victim of your drives
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| Personification of insanity
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| No escape
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| You can’t control the instincts inside
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| Never, there is no escape
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| Let me live my own life
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| Leave me be, let me satisfy my drives
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| I don’t care what they feel
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| When I was young no-one ever cared about me Treacherous without compassion
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| You sought expression through them all
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| Sadistic and perverted urges
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| Dictated they had to fall
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| It makes no difference who you…
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| It won’t change — you will see
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| So many lives lost, psychopath
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| Cured you’ll never be |