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I am the sin upon your fate

That brings you thrills

Bend down and pray

Until your mouth starts to scream

Don’t hold your breath

There’s nothing left, there is no shame

Under your skin (the) fearless within

(and) unholy blame

Ten dollar lady

Who dances in (the) afterlife

Show me the way

With a smile

She open the door,

The grime on the floor

My rage possessed

The little whore

I am the sin upon your fate…

I shake off the dirt

And thank for the blow

Hope that

Her sentiment has gone

And when I’m through

I’m paying my due

It’s time to raise

A toast to you