Persecute me now,
nail me to the cross.
Trust me everyone,
it won't be a loss.

Choose carefully and wisely
when you pick your poison.
Give the wheel a fateful spin,
and bring the torture toys in.

Take out your shiny knives
and slice me up and down.
Then kick my dying body
as it lies there on the ground.

Tempt me with an offer
of a miracle working pill.
You know deep down inside
how well it can kill.

Causeing me pain
may be your obsession,
but I will be ther first
to let you end my depression.

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