vice

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take me into your embrace
my vice, my trace is all around
surround, the sound of vain
lay there in pain and endure

be sure, be there, where?
be bare, be your own
don't ever be a pawn
what have i sawn for myself?

take me into your embrace
just a slice of my vice
is enough to get me through
my brew, pull me through

prepare yourself, to be bare
what you're supposed to be
tell me what you see
in the mirror at night

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