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Mutilation
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2007
I want to dig the fangs deep within my skin
feel the love and loathing of my old friend
paint our night red and sleep it all off in his arms
I want to chill him to the bone and devour his flesh
I want to show him why I can't be his
I want to be the person too deep for her own darkness
to tender for him to hold
the person who he's calling, the person who he knows
the person who was lost to me, the moment the blood ran cold
