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Strangers on a Train
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The Key
With rustling keys caressed by rusty nails Her dress:A Dior of bleached skin and entrails For her hunger we burn, burn at the stake Impossible to sate
Yes, our lady of torture and insult she cages us with debt and opium and pain and when we're all used up, can't even raise a cup (/lie on top), she will wring every last drop of blood out of us
Black collars round our necks, like jewellery Her love: A stranglehold. A stranger to sympathy, her mocking laughter peals just like a bell from a monastery in Hell
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