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despair
death stroked my hair
held me down as he raped me
in the fun-house at life's fair
took away my gentle thought
pretend i do not care
guess i could have fought
why i did not i can not share
salvation in god i sought
on the cross my pain for him to bare
silence is all i got
i still feel deaths slobber
on my dick,over my winking eye
up and down,down and up a fish bobber
i am broken left to wonder why?
the devil playing in my ass
like a child in the mud,sex robber
i am katatonic now
the sticking pins
no reaction i make somehow
for all my sins
close my eyes,
to death is who
my soul
he pricked that too
defecate my bloody stool
on life's clean white sheets
i am such a fool
to the rythm of damage my heart beats
drowning in deaths drool
fucked hard
bleeding tourniquet around my sorrow
draining the infection
irrigating the wounds of rape
through self-medication
to death no objection
my life no exception
heroin i have found
quiets the noise in my brain
soon i will be in the ground
its all in vain
my face is sunken in
my ribs do show
now i live in sin
lost my glow
its time to go
in my darkness
and my silence
brought war on my soul
i have disowned my body
i have got only this self punishment
i know not why
i am deaths whipping boy
with broken wings
my soul will never fly
held me down as he raped me
in the fun-house at life's fair
took away my gentle thought
pretend i do not care
guess i could have fought
why i did not i can not share
salvation in god i sought
on the cross my pain for him to bare
silence is all i got
i still feel deaths slobber
on my dick,over my winking eye
up and down,down and up a fish bobber
i am broken left to wonder why?
the devil playing in my ass
like a child in the mud,sex robber
i am katatonic now
the sticking pins
no reaction i make somehow
for all my sins
close my eyes,
to death is who
my soul
he pricked that too
defecate my bloody stool
on life's clean white sheets
i am such a fool
to the rythm of damage my heart beats
drowning in deaths drool
fucked hard
bleeding tourniquet around my sorrow
draining the infection
irrigating the wounds of rape
through self-medication
to death no objection
my life no exception
heroin i have found
quiets the noise in my brain
soon i will be in the ground
its all in vain
my face is sunken in
my ribs do show
now i live in sin
lost my glow
its time to go
in my darkness
and my silence
brought war on my soul
i have disowned my body
i have got only this self punishment
i know not why
i am deaths whipping boy
with broken wings
my soul will never fly
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