I am not a mule, to carry your weight
I am not a servant, to lick you clean
I am just a sinner, counting through beads

Subdural bleeder, a dependant child
Clutching zero's, traces of violence

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Insects crawling all over your skin, trying to find a way in
But do not let them in because, we are, we are

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We're pretty like lovers when we're drained of colour
Is this really what you want
We're pretty like lovers when we're drained of colour
This is really what I want

You are a fracture, of a dismembered arm
You are the fear, of a forgotten dream
You are addiction, sliding down a dead vein

Breathe in the smell, just piss and vinegar
Dripping saliva, we are all in trouble

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