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Split of a second, my need to decide |
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Retina's stained, visions of your smile |
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Your struggling, wild beauty, sharp fists opulence |
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We're so alike my Dahlia - see our resemblance? |
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Your life to memories small, fell apart |
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You are a yesterday, rotting with your heart |
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Your pain was numbed, all fear was breached |
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The traces of your life I washed away with bleach |
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Lifeless and cold incisions enfold |
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Jesus wept |
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Jesus wept when he saw your carved face so raw |
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The grotesque remains, red stains on the devil's claw |
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Lifeless and cold before you grew old |
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Murder |
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Life flourishing garden, liar in wait, |
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I'm the un-belonging ghost faced wraith |
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Final the hour, your pain isn't love, |
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cold flesh and a little knife to dispose of |
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Jesus wept on the devil's claw |
