i regret to inform my opinion's reborn
and in the window hands are raised in praise to the grace
now the Whore has been wed and the Table is spread
the blood has been shed and we've all been fed
by a body now broken and feelings awoken these prayers unspoken
forgive me if the mirror is shattered
by a self-help manual and a support group in the basement
but i've become unrecognizable with a savage scar from a charcoal fire
it doesn't matter who i am, it only matters who You are
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