| When they crucify your body
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| On the white wall above your bed
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| The words your body bleeds down
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| Will describe my happiness
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| The joy l’m feeling now
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| As the universe withdraws
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| Is equal to the pain
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| My mother choked out from her jaws
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| As she endured without complaint
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| Then laid me out into the sun
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| Like some skin from in her throat
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| Like a living piece of scum
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| Like a red sack full of failure
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| Infested with my future crumbs
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| Of pleasure, pain, and fear and hatred
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| And hunger for your helpless tongue
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| Up your naked back on gravel scraping
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| And your claws hooked in my neck
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| You know l’m just your little infant
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| Crawling down in your bloody stinking mess
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| And all you people I once knew
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| You betrayed me once too much
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| I’d like to sew your eyelids shut
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| While planting seeds of hatred in your guts
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| Then masturbating slow and lazy
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| You’ll feel the pain that I’ll soon feel
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| When my memories infect you
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| With the disease that never heals |