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Troubled girls a two,

in pain like sisters grew.

To release their Hells they’ll cut themselves,

under fatherless roofs.

Troubled girls a two,

promiscuously screw.

The hole within cannot be filled,

a razor's wit will now have to do.

They fuck on mattresses,

stained foul the color of spilled wine.

They sleep in emptiness,

a deadbeat Mother's love desired.

A void so chasmous,

mutilation is required.

A ritual in secrecy,

in opened flesh they do confide.

Beneath their clothing,

hides a map of scars, freakishly carved.

Between their puckered lips,

a waiting lie, hollow inside.

Harlots through and through,

singing Nymphomania’s blues.

Born with legs behind their heads,

their tattered flesh they offer to you.

Troubled girls a two,

victims of a world so cruel.

With blood they paint and masturbate,

young angels marred in vilest of Hells.

Taboo scars like brail unto the touch,

keloid tributaries wind.

When she splits her sisters skin,

how it flows the blood divine.

While mother is away,

the girls will play, the girls will play.

The Gemini of shame,

the twins of pain to bleed again.

Mutual mutilation,

frenzied crimson masturbation.

Endless cycle of depression,

whorish sexual reputation.

Bulimic chronic pill abusing,

lying defaming people-using.

Why should you go on living,

you were born to feed the worms.

Beneath their clothing,

hides a map of scars, freakishly carved.

Between their puckered lips,

a waiting lie, hollow inside.

While mother is away,

the girls will play, the girls will play.

The Gemini of shame,

the twins of pain to bleed again.