| «What's the point of you?»
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| «If you were my dog, I’d feed you poison.»
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| «If I were your dog, I’d eat it.»
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| Ængelmaker
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| Kill
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| Born into a world where a life is unwanted
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| Too many mouths to feed
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| Coming from a safehold, pushed out into hell
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| Blessed is the body that bleeds
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| Taking the unwanted into her care
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| Kiss them goodbye my dear
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| Is she still the guilty one
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| If she makes the crime disappear
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| Disappear
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| Ængelmaker
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| She bartered (?) them to God for a small fee
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| Paradise was waiting there
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| Taking them away from a life in pain
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| Burning up the plain we share
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| Is it such a brutal world
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| It’s such a brutal world
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| Ængelmaker
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| Did it make you numb when you squeezed the life out of them?
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| Did it make you forget your own abuse?
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| You want to make them angels, but they will only hurt you
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| Ængelmaker
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| Strangulation
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| Kill
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| «What's the point of you?»
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| «If you were my dog, I’d feed you poison.»
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| «If I were your dog, I’d eat it.» |