| «Life crawling on broken glass
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| Whips and claws like sticks and stone
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| I’ll rip out that screeching coffin-heart
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| As the bull’s whips are crackin' bone»
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| Now, flesh will crawl
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| Each move’s an error
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| Like an iron claw in a velvet glove
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| This bitch is terror
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| Now, I shut you up
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| Hell knows I’ve tried
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| She’s got a cruel, cruel way
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| With those needles and blades
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| It is time to let a sleeping dog lie (c'mon)
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| Down and out — Dead and gone
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| Cold blood — Cold comfort
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| Un-avenged and unsatisfied
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| Crawling lizard-like across the folds
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| You’re — Under the whip
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| I’ll rid me of you in due course
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| Nay-saying driveling bitch
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| All lights out — You’re under the whip
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| Dust to dust — It is pay-dirt time
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| Under the whip
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| Words like bullets — Like sand in my lungs
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| Bow down — Backs laid bare
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| Don’t touch — Don’t think — Don’t feel — Don’t speak
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| Or those whipmasters-nights will flare
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| (I Say)
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| In the darkness of her firing-range
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| End-game — (The) End of the line
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| Flayed with whips from the devils grip
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| Hell followed her two steps behind
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| Now rip it up
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| Whipped with wire
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| You scream like scraping iron nails
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| Higher and higher
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| Beating on a dead horse
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| Fem' Jackal — She-killer
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| Like a double-dealing praying mantis
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| Only bedlam can thrill her
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| «I'll never taste the rotten fruits you offer
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| Crawl from under the whip» |