| Your misery is worn as a veil
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| To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind
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| In place of Eve a bitter parody hails
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| Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine
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| Gilded cunt
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| Oh, you gilded cunt
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| Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
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| Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave
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| My preference leans to killing you quickly
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| Scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains
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| But I am tied
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| To the labyrinth and the beast
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| The one way track of eyes
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| Black and gray like panzers
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| Loose your shell, shoot the mouth the gates of Hell
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| Have often dropped their jaws about
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| Satan’s agents are perversions to bear
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| Side to side with the diversions you use to guide my fingers there
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| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
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| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
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| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
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| Gilded cunt
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| Oh, you gilded cunt
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| Nothing is above you save a boreal light
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| That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice
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| And below you, will I see you tonight?
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| Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite?
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| For I am torn
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| Between the sheets that keep me borne
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| And the teeth of a storm
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| That reap then rend my stanzas
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| Click your heels, three times six
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| The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one?
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| The palace at Versailles never held your tongue
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| Nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon
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| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
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| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
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| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger
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| Gilded cunt
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| Oh, you gilded cunt |