| You, who stand there now
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| I will not tell you not to cry
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| Without fail my purpose
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| Will be fulfilled
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| I can crown you a God
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| And I’ll suffer for your sins
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| Bound so tightly, pain is everything
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| Far from kindness. |
| I am your king
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| Believe you’re in Hell, but your’s is Heaven
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| Cry to die. |
| You’ll love me forever
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| On a pale, teary cheek
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| Tears cascade to your feet
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| Whipped to the floor once again
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| Laughing and lashing you away
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| Burning pain scars through your skin
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| But it’s 'more' you cry, for you are a sinner
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| We suffer in love, but you love to suffer
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| Your misery is your majesty
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| Though your skin may burn and your wounds, bleed
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| The only real ache is between your legs
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| You’ve learned well, through your Hell
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| Your pain was nothing. |
| You longed for more
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| Your shameful Heaven is full of devils
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| Just like me. |
| Just for you |