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WHITECHAPEL lyrics : "Devirginization Studies"

Now that I have my trophy of your anatomy
Your stiff can be excised aberrantly
Convulsions transpire you're seeping suppuration

Our intimacy is arcane to culture
These ethics I contain in my arsenal of pleasure
Fail to be appreciated

Your proposition isn't good enough
My expectations don't meet yours
In due time I'll dictate your vile form

Into my incapable hands and claim you for my own
You're born into these hands again
Send the !@#% back to hell

Another !@^% to seek to fondle and misuse
Back to the grave to exhume again

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