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

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

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