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Toxicology
Lyrics: Past imperfect present pure
But desperate still to find a cure
What is this lurid liquids lure
Why is my future so unsure.
At satans hand I sit and cry
And wave all my sweet dreams goodbye
His laugh will haunt me till I die
Then in his hell I'll have to fry.
Chorus
He likes to see me at deaths door
Wondrin what I am living for
Don't think that I can take much more of this
He breaks my bread and fill my cup
And urges me to come and sup
How cursed I was the day of my first kiss.
He mimics my every smart move
Then tells me I have more to prove
He likes me stuck firm in his groove
With all the things I love to lose.
He pours his poison down my throat
Till I can't sing a single note
My nightmares before my eyes float
As he rubs his hot hands and gloats.
Rpt Chorus, then:-
Suffer me to come to thee
Why won't you ever set me free?
Rpt Chorus, then :-
I never thought that it would end like this.
copyright J. K. January 2008
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