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I've stained the sky |
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In a blush of thin blood |
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Reminiscent of my insides |
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Pulling teeth |
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Reflecting blinding light where the innocent reside |
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My cure could kill me |
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If only I could die |
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Scraping flesh from bleeding gums |
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Exhausting every empty vein |
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Swallowing a bitter sleep |
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Soaking up a curse of cold |
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Lost in a flood that will force me into drowning |
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My cure could kill me |
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If only I could die |
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My cure could kill me |
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If only I could die |
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"Doesn't matter whether it's the black of night or whether the sun is shining or it's pouring rain |
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Or whether it's storming or anything else |
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Nothing looks good |
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It's all blackness |
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It's very difficult to put into words |
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But there's an old saying about this place called Hell where bad people go to after they're dead, after they die |
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The worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness |
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(I'm scared to death to go home) |
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And I think that is the part of hell a person really tastes" |
