Well they tore you down
And they tore out your tongue,
And they made you kneel
For all the things that you'd done.
But you wouldn't cry,
You wouldn't beg,
You just screamed
And tore out your teeth instead.
And when they found you hangin in the woods,
You said at least now I don't have to be kind nor good.
I'll be cruel and I'll be obscene
Tear out my tongue,
I've been redeemed.
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