Sieben - My Prize My Punishment | Текст песни

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• Sieben
• My Prize My Punishment

You swore you’d fuck me, fuck me up
Now I’m just fucked off, not fucked-up, like you
You swore you’d fuck me, fuck me up
You virulent cancer—infecting canker
But another song, an extra notch, and a brand new sound
that goes ‘you’re worthless, second-rate, spitting pain, spreading hate’
But another song, an extra notch, and a brand new sound
that goes ‘you’re worthless, second-rate, spitting pain, spreading hate

Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower desperate for some power
Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower desperate for some power

Your violence-anger-sex distorted (sorry for you)
A fetish to fit, a perfect collar for your psychosis
Your violence-anger-sex distorted (sorry for you)
A fetish to fit, a captive dominatrix

Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured
Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured

Serial-killer material (as if!)
Abused trainee-abuser, you cum-soaked user
Serial-killer material (they’ll catch you!)
Abused trainee-abuser, your pitiable nature

Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured
Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured

There, there—all said, all done
My rite, my song
These thoughts, this hate…
With the snap of finger and thumb
Are gone. Are done