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
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IF you ever feel like talkin'
barbie c0rpse [ the o is a zero ]
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problem is but, if you think not talking to any one is
going to help you then I wish you the best of luck with
the rest of your life. And if by some chance you do decide you want to start talking to people again I'll
always be here.
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