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I hope I didn't punish you in the of some justice
those and chain instructions should be written for me
I you of my limits, the lines you kept crossing
but you not to care much for those anyway

And been falling back on old ways
just to make it my day

And the self I once esteemed is weaker than dreams
These fantasies and memories of things you share
I told you of my limits, the I kept secret
they make me look so poor I need you so badly

I did see you on my last visit.
I off the summons; the laws we have broken
I couldn't take tragic. Tragedy is fire
I I'll take you in parts, well part of me is a liar

And the strings and the I placed in the summons
You saw right those whip and chain lies
The strings made of leather, the metal in my
Now seen what I can be in the worst kind of way

And now that seen the worst that I can become
Do you abhor the devil I with?
He doesn't hate you. He speaks quite of you;
He confessed emptiness; I think he wants you

And there are parts of you he'd love to take with him to his
Does that turn you
And there are parts of you love to come to terms with for
years to
that turn you on?
does that turn you on his in vain, all of his working in pain
In his of pain?
In which he is rotting in, you see, he can't be subtle

I never spoke of innocence. I never laughed at your
I knew all along what you to do.
You took of business. You marched past my limits.
Now I love decisions in a militant way.

I spoke to your father, he never you
He didn't me, I saw right through him
I couldn't take what's tragic. Tragedy is
I said I'll you in parts, well part of me is a liar

And there's parts of you I'd to take with me to my grave
Does that turn you
and there's parts of you I'd love to come to terms for years to come
me, "Does that turn you on?"
Does that turn you on my working in vain, all my in pain,
in my of pain
For I am rotting in, see I can't be subtle, anymore
Can I turn you on with this working in vain with my in pain
In my armor of
For I am rotting in, see I can't be subtle any more.