Becoming (The)
I Cry
Oh how I love to feel the bladeOf self-inflicted painYet I long to dwell in purityMy desire is for light to overcome my hateYet I play a whore to darkness and remain uncleanLet the hills hear my voiceAs I shout out my pleaLet your perfect love pour over meAnd I cry for the rain to fallAnd I pray that it drowns my soulTake my pain, I give it allI cryAll my sins have found me outAnd you will know me by the mark upon my browI am the killer free to roamAdulterer that casts the stoneI am desolate due to the life I choseI am a servant of loveAnd yet a lover to sinI'll do it over again and over againI've done it again
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