I'm sorry, dear father
I'm your only girl
I'm your only daughter
That came from a bloody womb
It's like those movies
I saw you again, it was the same
I got damned by the intimacy
I got damned
A walking contradiction of disease
Walking all over your broken face
A significant mental disease
The erosion of faith will simply taste
The flavor of my soul
Be prepared, long project
Oh, father, please look beyond my skin
The feathers and bones
It's like those movies
I saw you again, it was the same
I got damned by the intimacy
I got damned
I got damned by the intimacy
And it's all falling apart to begin
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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