You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you.
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you.
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell.
Help me get away from myself.
My whole existence is flawed.
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
Help me tear down my reason, help me become somebody else.
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