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Drown with me, my frolicking dear
With this knife in my hand, your throat I will tear
I'll graze over your skin with your blood on my hands
This night will not end--your night will not end!
I'm so sorry this had to be the last of resorts
But you see, my dear friend, you're the last of my hopes
And with all hopes gone, then self-pity is left
And with self-pity left, there's no room for regrets
So I'll kill you again and again and again
Yes, I'll kill you again and again and again
They cut off his tongue so he couldn't speak
They plucked out his eyes so he couldn't see
They pulled off his ears so he couldn't hear
They ripped out his heart so he couldn't bear
What have we done, what have we done to him?
What have we done, what have we done to him?
They pulled out his mind so he couldn't think
They plucked out his lungs so he couldn't breathe
They cut off his hands so he couldn't heal
They ripped off his skin so he couldn't heal
What have we done, what have we done to him?
What have we done, what have we done to him?