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The cold steel against my skin 
His patients running thin 
I pull with all my might 
I have to put up a fight 

The pain is killing me 
I know I'll never be free 
He says it is for my own good 
I wish I understood 

He pulls once again 
With the strength of of ten
I wince at the pain 
For him it's gain 


The cold steel against my skin
His patients running even thinner 
I pull with all my might 
I have to put up a fight . ..