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Ministry of Love
The Grass Museum
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Open me, dissect me
Play with me, mold my skin
There's mould in my skin
As you ordain my will
Take what's yours and taste me
In the name of god
Tell me why
Tell me why am I nothing but a piece of a man's bone
Take and eat, this is my body
Drink from it, this is my blood
Give my body to the men
For them to use, for them to play
Stitch, unstitch as you like
Behind my waist, inside my mind
Cut open the wound
Make me forget my life
Take what's yours and taste me
In the name of god
Tell me why
Tell me why am I nothing but a piece of a man's bone
Take and eat, this is my body
Drink from it, this is my blood
Give my body to the men
For them to use, for them to play
I am the blood of the women you raped
The collector of pain debt you ought to pay
I am the weight of the words never said
If they all dared to look, if they all dared to say
If they all dared to say
You would
You would be crushed
You would
If they all dared to say
If they all dared to say
He keeps me and his women in a box
He throws around and shakes it when he's bored
He puts his dick inside, lubricates with blood
I'll break the bone he gave me
Force it down his throat
Take what's yours and taste me
In the name of god
Tell me why
Tell me why am I nothing but a piece of a man's bone
Take and eat, this is my body
Drink from it, this is my blood
Give my body to the men
For them to use, for them to play
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