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Your bed never has time to get cold
A bedroom like a revolving door for naive, little girls
The crushed innocence you leave stained on your sheets
Fulfilled pleasure gained out of selfish manipulation
Painted hands of women cover your body
You can't hide the shame of it, it's all over you
Coated, serpent lies weave in every word you speak
Make yourself feel better, pretend you won't do it again
Your so filthy, you can't wash clean
Spin another fable, take another girl as your puppet
Don't touch me, you can't keep your hands to yourself
You've lost the innocence I seek
You disgust me.
A bedroom like a revolving door for naive, little girls
The crushed innocence you leave stained on your sheets
Fulfilled pleasure gained out of selfish manipulation
Painted hands of women cover your body
You can't hide the shame of it, it's all over you
Coated, serpent lies weave in every word you speak
Make yourself feel better, pretend you won't do it again
Your so filthy, you can't wash clean
Spin another fable, take another girl as your puppet
Don't touch me, you can't keep your hands to yourself
You've lost the innocence I seek
You disgust me.