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A face and a mirror
In the darkness of an eye
A little girl named Martyr
Who's blood I can't deny
A step and a trip
Now I'm floating above her
Her eyes begin to melt
Appear shadows resembling monsters
She cries a few words
Brimming with sin
But her father's old flesh
Shoves them straight back in
Daughter of your mother
You pretty little whore
I don't care how old you are
I'll fuck you 'til you're sore
I'll wait 'til you stop crying
I'll throw you off the bed
And once you feel like dying
I'll hit you in the head
I'll smack you 'til your face
Is a web of blue and red
And then when I get sick of you
I'll beat your mother instead
I hate this little girl
Laying in a bloodstained bed
Tears stained into her pillow
I wish that she was dead
I hate that little girl
With hope still in her veins
But of that fucking little girl
Nothing now remains.
In the darkness of an eye
A little girl named Martyr
Who's blood I can't deny
A step and a trip
Now I'm floating above her
Her eyes begin to melt
Appear shadows resembling monsters
She cries a few words
Brimming with sin
But her father's old flesh
Shoves them straight back in
Daughter of your mother
You pretty little whore
I don't care how old you are
I'll fuck you 'til you're sore
I'll wait 'til you stop crying
I'll throw you off the bed
And once you feel like dying
I'll hit you in the head
I'll smack you 'til your face
Is a web of blue and red
And then when I get sick of you
I'll beat your mother instead
I hate this little girl
Laying in a bloodstained bed
Tears stained into her pillow
I wish that she was dead
I hate that little girl
With hope still in her veins
But of that fucking little girl
Nothing now remains.