| M E
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| She’ll say and she’ll scream
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| M E
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| From untouched to unclean
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| Just a pretty little whore
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| Fucking used up so dirty so filthy so sore
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| They say discard after use
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| What’s it worth when it’s laying in the gutter from the abuse
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| It’s drunken on the blood of the saints
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| The souls of all your saviours surely run through its veins
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| Shedding skin, giving all 'til it’s gone
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| A feather for a lover 'til it’s stripped and left for carrion
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| M E
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| She’ll say and she’ll scream
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| M E
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| From untouched to unclean
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| It looks just like you’re praying from so low down on your knees
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| A kiss from the wretched maw filled to the brim with their impurities
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| Were their love for the worthless
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| We would only be here just to appease
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| Praising to the angels call to the devils fall
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| To the harlots disease
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| They want to feel its pale and white skin
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| They want to take its flesh
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| Now, come hither
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| Upon their tongues its poison, its sin
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| They want to drink its wine
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| Now, come hither
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| They give their praise to its abhorrent scars
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| Wish upon its stars
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| Now, come hither
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| They want a taste of the whore they want to taste of its sores
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| Until its screaming for more
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| So come hither
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| M E
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| She’ll say and she’ll scream
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| M E
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| From untouched to unclean |