You were wrong to resist me
I was wrong to forgive
Now, I loathe my own weakness
But you praise me for this
There's a place in your future
Where the wound will be healed
And the children you injured
Will rise up, purified
Then kill your name
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You're afraid of the mirror
So you crawl on the floor
Where you count your perversions
Then you rise up
Filthy
With remorse
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah