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Corpse
Bricks tied to my feet
I sink into the abyss
where sharks feast
off my drowned corpse
Run over by life
ruined, corrupted, banckrupt
I got what I deserved
Tossed to the sea
my tortured body
bound tells a dead womans tale
I fell from grace
lost my footing
with men that were ruthless
These men did a real number on me
sliced my tender parts
wicked laughter reverberating off the walls
Bitch they spit you won't play
in a game you're not fit for
choking me out and then reviving me again
Then one last swim
in the depths I stay
my body now just a rotting corpse
inside my dead body I scream to be set free.
I sink into the abyss
where sharks feast
off my drowned corpse
Run over by life
ruined, corrupted, banckrupt
I got what I deserved
Tossed to the sea
my tortured body
bound tells a dead womans tale
I fell from grace
lost my footing
with men that were ruthless
These men did a real number on me
sliced my tender parts
wicked laughter reverberating off the walls
Bitch they spit you won't play
in a game you're not fit for
choking me out and then reviving me again
Then one last swim
in the depths I stay
my body now just a rotting corpse
inside my dead body I scream to be set free.
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