| Remember when you asked me, if you could cut my hair?
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| I looked inside the mirror; |
| you asked me if I dared
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| — «I am the sweetest devil, I promise to be dear»
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| This is an act of pleasure; |
| I said I felt no fear
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| You took the shining scissors, and cut through skin and bones
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| I feared for life and fortune; |
| my anguish was condoned
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| I begged you please don’t hurt me; |
| I really love this life
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| I watched you squirm in laughter, as blood concealed my eyes
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| «In time we forsake our illusions, and yield to the passing of time
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| Let’s drink from the cup of confusion, and be king in the land of the blind»
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| Remember when you asked me, if you could feel my soul?
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| You wondered what’s inside me; |
| I said I did not know
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| You promised to be gentle; |
| I swore I did not mind
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| — «This is an act of pleasure, and pleasure will be mine»
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| I felt the urge to please you; |
| I promised to comply
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| You opened up the entrance, and shoved your hand inside
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| I screamed in pain and pleasure, I begged to be consoled
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| You clenched the soul inside me, and ripped it out with skin and bones |