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Cradle my heart, under your thumb,

Cradle my soul, in make pretend love.

Cradle my mind, with foolish lies,

Cradle my body, under yours until it dies.  



Kill the heart,

Kill the soul,

Forget the mind,

Reuse the body.



Walking, breathing, talking,

But so dead inside,

Carry the weight of a dead mans pride.

In your heart is the last place he will stalk.



Remembering nothing is okay,

Forget about whats right,

Doing whatever they say.

All that matters is the pain in sight.