| The mark of my father is carved in my flesh
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| A sign of damnation and heavenly incest
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| The children of pleasure delivered in pain
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| But crowned and defiled by the vile and insane
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| I am the daughter of Lilith and Cain
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| The whitest of devils the purest of grain
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| A serpent descendent from the brothels of hell
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| Conceived in the winter of lovers farewell
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| Let instincts repeal any morals and codes
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| So angels and demons can play with my soul
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| Lets live and decline at the brink of delight
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| In search of completion and moral defiance
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| The lady of moonshine she lives in my veins
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| Where spirits of wisdom reside unconstrained
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| Please show me that pleasure is not what it seems
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| My life is my weapon I live un-conceived
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| The fires in heaven burn brightly for them
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| Who daggers embowel both time and again
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| The scars of my journey the signs that I bear
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| The sounding of trumpets proves that life isnt fair
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| The mark of my mother is carved in my flesh
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| A sign of salvation and heavenly conquest
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| The children of pleasure delivered in vain
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| We live and we die and we shall live again |