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Ptolemaea

Ptolemaea lyrics by Ethel Cain. I followed you in I was with you there I invited you in Twice, I did You love blood too much But not like I do Not like I do...

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Ptolemaea

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I followed you in

I was with you there

I invited you in

Twice, I did

You love blood too much

But not like I do

Not like I do

Heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you

Need you, love you, love you, love you

Heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you

Need you, love you, love you, love you

Love you, saw you, love you, gave you

Love you, love you, love you, love you

Love you, saw you, felt you, love you

Love you, love you, love you, love you

Love you, love you, love you, love you

Love you, love you, love you, love you

Suffеr does the wolf, crawling to thee

Promising a big fire, any firе

Saying I'm the one, he’s gonna take me

I'm on fire, I'm on fire, I'm on fire

Suffering is nigh, drawing to me

Calling me the one, I'm the white light

Beautiful, finite

Even the iron still fears the rot

Hiding from something I cannot stop

Walking on shadows, I can’t lead him back

Buckled on the floor when night comes along

Daddy’s left and Mama won’t come home

You poor thing

Sweet, mourning lamb

There’s nothing you can do

It’s already been done

What fear a man like you brings upon

A woman like me

Please don’t look at me

I can see it in your eyes

He keeps looking at me

Tell me, what have you done

Stop, stop, stop, make it stop, stop

Make it stop

Make it stop, I’ve had enough

Stop, stop, stop, stop

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I am the face of love’s rage

I am the face of love’s rage

Blessed be the Daughters of Cain

Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers

Committed long before their conception

Blessed be their whore mothers

Tired and angry waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again

Blessed be the children

Each and every one come to know their God through some senseless act of violence

Blessed be you, girl

Promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you

I am no good nor evil, simply I am, and I have come to take what is mine

I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood

I am here now as you run from me still

Run then, child

You can’t hide from me forever

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