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They tied his arms behind his back
To teach him how to swim
They put blood in his coffee
And milk in his gin
They stood over the soldier
In the midst of the squalor
There was war in his body
And it caused his brain to holler

Make the sacrifice
Mutilate my face
If you need someone to kill
Im a man without a will
Wash the razor in the rain
Let me luxuriate in pain
Please dont set me free
Death means a lot to me

The pain was lean and it made him scream
He knew he was alive
He put a pin through the nipples on his chest
He thought he was a saint
Ive made love to my mother, killed my father and brother
What am I to do
When a sin goes too far, its like a runaway car
It cannot be controlled

Spit upon his face and scream
Theres no oedipus today
This is no play youre thinking you are in
What will you say
Take the blue mask down from my face
And look me in the eye
I get a thrill from punishment
Ive always been that way

I loathe and despise repentance
You are permanently stained
Your weakness buys indifference
And indiscretion in the streets
Dirtys what you are and clean is what youre not
You deserve to be soundly beat

Make the sacrifice
Take it all the way
Theres no wont high enough
To stop this desperate day
Dont take death away
Cut the finger at the joint
Cut the stallion at his mount
And stuff it in his mouth