dead girls are easy
i lie at this gate called beautiful
black mercy floats above me
my chest rises at your call
i did not ask for you
yet i suffer at your hands
the sound of your voice controls me
and in your eyes i am dead
i am made to bleed
black mercy floats above me
my chest rises at your call
i did not ask for you
yet i suffer at your hands
the sound of your voice controls me
and in your eyes i am dead
i am made to bleed
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