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She’ll hurt you when the day is done nothing's gained and nothing won In a life of constant need a hunger, void, can never feed bring you empty to the end stooped on knees to sore to bend emotions feed the great facade insanity from perfect god break your will, scatter far The Man you were the boy you are nothing lasts from chemistry lovers law of entropy She’ll say it’s true, the best of lies drown you in her alibis sleep in peace while war is waged between the sheets passion aged plan the future for her own dig up all the seeds you’ve sown turn the fault for public eye in your direction, make’ m cry say she wants to know your “all” For evidential court to call Judge and jury justice law for the witness, alcohol! tie your rope too tight to bare make boys flirt, and men to stare with painted eyes, slips from Freud tell you that your paranoid hide a life she promised you blame you that you never knew manipulate the fat from gravy with her breast and bouncing baby She’ll buy a stone when you're deceased cry in black for all to see carve your name, then engrave here lies, my helpless, little slave
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