"Why so soft,
O' my brothers...
So pliend and yelding... how can you one day triumph with me..."
Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit
How can you ever triumph with me?!?!
I'd rather be wretced and broken
Than join into your fraudulent joy
I'd rather leave my will unspoken
Than stain it in your sick vaudeville
Petrified spirits, oblivion of past
Vulnerable whisper, cheap kiss for a second
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More Wretched
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