Lyric Wretched

"Why so soft,
O my brothers...
So pliend and yelding... how can you one day triumph with me..."
Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit
How can you ever triumph with me?!?!
I d rather be wretced <wretched? > and broken
Than join into your fraudulent joy
I d rather leave my will unspoken
Than stain it in your sick vaudeville

Petrified spirits, oblivion of past
Vulnerable whisper, cheap kiss for a second

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