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Yours is a history of torture and cruelty
An incubator of sorrow and misery
You justify yourself in all your delirium
The scars from your father left a mark on your lips
Torn between licking at wounds or at kicking me
Confusion it mandates your every emotion
Relief is impossible, the mirror refracting
It's always demanding uncomfortable positions
I play with a full deck
My cards on the table
I'm betting my life now
It's double or nothing
Why can't you come when I call
When I call
Cries turn to whispers, the silence is sickening
As tongues lick together at the tears from the womb
Delirious pallor, released in the service, of death and futility
There's no time now for caution
Incarcerated object desired, you're trapped in a prison
Now of your fear and your rage
You come to my nightly and we remake history
But yours is of torture of sorrow and misery
Play with a full deck
My cards on the table
I'm going for trouble
I'm betting my life now
Why can't you come when I call
When I call
Cries turn to whispers the silence is sickening
As tongues lick together at the tears from my womb
Torn between licking at tears or at kicking me
You justify yourself in the name of your father
Yours is a history of torture and cruelty
An incubator of sorrow and misery
Play with a full deck
My cards on the table
I'm betting my life now
It's double or nothing
It's double or nothing
Why can't you come when I call
When I call
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