( TYRANT ) everytime you come around there's a bouquet for me, a corsage of promises and I am pinned like a butterfly on a card, I'm naked and I'm scarred and you're so perfect to me violent ties with hands like a steeple. Tell me lies with a tongue like a needle I let the words shot down my throat a face like an iron fist. That I can never resist
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