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Warped to fit your phantasy
I've become your toy
The source of perverse pleasure
I'm the harlot, I'm the whore

Manipulate my strings, puppetmaster
And thrive in your sadistic glee
I am the thrull, I am the peon
Folding to your merciless mockery

Annihilate my will, Mr. Dictator
I am your wretch, the vile carcass
Beat out my sanity and punish me
Then cast me out into the abyss

A goodnight kiss my love
For a sleep from which we'll never rise
As I turn my gaze above
I know now I'll become your death bride

So take my hands in yours
And all my love, do reap
From Hell's infernal doors
To sweet exaulted sleep

Carry my heart forever
Rip it from my chest
Devour it with such savor
That I may finally rest

Rape me, beat me, slay me
You have a million times before
Why should it hurt anymore?
I hate myself
So fulfill my masochistic little desires
I know you love to
I know you love to fill me with your lies
Make me feel safe and loved
And then bash my head into the ground
It makes you feel powerful
So manipulate my little mind
Make me wonder who will die
You love to make me wonder
Why?
Why do I want you?
I hate you, I love you
Yet there's nothing I can do
With you
So kill me once again
And make it soon please...
I'm craving another pain

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