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Ghost of regrets locked inside your stone cell,
Scratching at walls there's fuck all left
Your mother died as you left her womb,
Your father fell for a pleasure-house whore.
Your family's on fire, what do you have left?
A wreck of a girl and a hell of a death.
Scratching at walls there's fuck all left
Your mother died as you left her womb,
Your father fell for a pleasure-house whore.
Your family's on fire, what do you have left?
A wreck of a girl and a hell of a death.
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