The Egg (Master And Slave)
Here in this holy groundI lie empty
Here in this holy ground
I lie weak
Here in this holy ground
I lie waiting
Here in my own defense
Afraid to sleep
Here in Marcella
Where the story has just begun
I lie hear waiting
For the chosen one
Here in Marcella
I hide in solitude
Waiting for them to come
And eat me through.
I can't sleep
I won't sleep
They cut me deep and then they eat me through
I can't sleep
I won't sleep
I feel the sting and then they eat me through!
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