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Peel the Flesh off my Bone

Slowly condone

So I may crumble away alone

Must I be denied?

Still Crucified

So forsake me now…oh…

Why can’t I renounce you and refuse you?

When you still bite the hand that feeds you?

I abhor you, how I loathe you…

You rip open my wounds with a smile…

I can’t live to see this world alone

Must I breathe with the nails driven into my throat?

Every time I think about it, every while I gaze upon

it

You induce me to slip into this concave hole…

Peel the Flesh off my Bone

Slowly condone

So I may crumble away alone

Must I be denied?

Still Crucified

So forsake me now…oh…

Why can’t I deny you and despise you?

When you still bite the hand that feeds you?

How I trust you, and still soothe you…

While you rip open my soul with a smile…