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Couteau de l'amour

Cuts like a word

Stab me with your words again
Give me what I deserve
Make me hate me make me hate
Fillet my every nerve
Tell me truths that we both know
The demon that I am
Slay the lying laughing ghoul
Within in me while I stand
Sobbing right before you
My evil running forth
Find the badness deep in me
And kill it at its source
But once you’re sure
You’ve done the job
There’s one more task at hand
Make me grateful 
That you stay
And that you’re still my man.

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