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My heart was just an open sore Which you picked at 'til it was raw It bled away my existence Shriveled under your insistence You forced me to my deadly fate Turned me into a thing of hate I flayed your flesh with my thoughts I flayed your flesh with my thoughts Your fate transforms In the hope that I could conform For a moment I flayed your flesh with insistence I drew your blood with consistence I flayed your flesh with insistence I drew your blood with consistence