That beautiful being told me to pick up the knife
And how could anything that beautiful be evil
I didn't know it was him talking;
I thought the world hated me; I tought I was just a rebel
I didn't hear the Father telling me he loves me
I didn't hear him telling me to stop
I didn't understand that I was making him cry
Nor did I care at the time
But this beautiful being, this deceitful archangel
Told me it was good, that this pain was pleasure
Because he hates me with a passion
And he wants to see me tortured and die
I didn't know the Father was there
I didn't even think he cared at all
But now that I'm forever crying in agony
I wish I would've let him in
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