the key of 'e'|
make them stop please i beg of thee
driving my mind past the bleakest insanity
turning all i did to joyless mockery
corrupting me to heartless depravity
again i ask why did they choose me?
was it arrogance that blinded me?
i was drunk in lust and so was she
now comes the piper to collect the fee
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