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Dog-tired, I'm falling to my knees
Your proud and contemptuous glance
Tears my soul like a lethal kiss
I know, for me there is no chance
So lead me to this damneds' dance

You've never wanted me for real
All of those roses you gave to me
Were fucking, hidden lies, I feel
It was slave that you needed, emcee,
You've made this rite and let it be.

Can you see I'm crying
Can you see the tears sculpting my face
Can you see I'm dying
My humanity is to efface