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Fragile minds meet weaker egos

Chivalry here is long dead

The whore of Babylon gave birth to vanity

Harlots of Camden are too well fed

Ample men have carried the burdens

Used up stabbed and betrayed

Warnings, there’s been a few

The hungry whore  wont stop at 1 nor 2

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Known the evil

Never had the nice

Harlots spin their web

Full of promise in the end all lies

Misery likes company they say

Relentless men tell sinister tales

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But none prove wiser than the other

Each will trip under the queen lust mother

Have you ever felt pain?

When the heart bleeds are you dying?

The Boots fit but she’s no Cinderella

Your soul aches it ain't getting better

Plagued and wanting for more

You’ll find her rolling on the Camden floor

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3 years deranged

Her finest sins burning red flamed

A cloud roams free

Countess Satan visits thee

Drank and smoked your dreams

Baptized with coke your decrepit soul

Deranged you receive

Your final call, wicked death in a cloak