That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood
Has also denied me the joys of the flesh.
This face, the infection which poisons our love…
This face which earned a mother’s fear and loathing.
A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing.
Pity comes too late! Turn around and face your fate!
An eternity of this before your eyes…

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Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair…
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind…
Down that path into darkness deep as hell!

Why, you ask,
Was I bound and chained
In this cold and dismal place?
Not for any mortal sin,
But the wickedness of my abhorrent face!

Hounded out by everyone,
Met with hatred everywhere,
No kind words from anyone,
No compassion anywhere…
Christine… Christine…
Why, why…?

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