| Closure in the comfort
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| A strangers bed at last
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| Closure in the comfort
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| You can take my flesh
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| I don’t want your pussy
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| I want your body bruised and bloody
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| I want your sorrow
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| A pain you can love, a hurt you can swallow
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| She says, tie the rope tighter
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| She begs, the lashes grow brighter
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| Here we live on the razors edge
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| Slash my heart to bits someday she says
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| Closure in the comfort
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| A strangers bed at last
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| Closure in the comfort
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| You can take my flesh
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| I want your violence
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| I want the freedom in the pain
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| I wear the moniker like armor
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| In the whipping haus I can be anything
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| Please sir, tie the rope ready
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| Please sir, crash the whip heavy
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| Here we live on the razors edge
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| Slash my heart to bits someday she says
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| Closure in the comfort
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| A strangers bed at last
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| Closure in the comfort
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| You can take my flesh
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| Here we are in the midst of our own passionate adventure
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| The lies, the lust, the pain, the trust
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| Here we can choose to lacerate and butcher
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| All the sorrow deep down inside of us, and really live
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| Wake up and glance back into the shadow of the sun
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| Somewhere beneath the shade of violent rays and a perfect cunt
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| Take me to the gallows, take me to the velvet temple cut in two, can you suffer?
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| Can you suffer like I do?
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| You are the filth, you are the fetish. |
| (I can suffer I can suffer stay with me)
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| You are the filth, I am the sadist. |
| (I can suffer I can suffer stay with me) |