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"Apocolips" |
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("The Whorror" Version) |
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This is the story of a girl who sits in the dark room, |
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Wondering what's to become of her. |
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Her makeup is smeared and blood fills her dark heart, |
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The addiction is slowly sinking in. |
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With bloodshot eyes, she starts hallucinating, |
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The track marks fading from her arms. |
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She's as white as the snowfall, |
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And she's clung to the ceiling. |
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Dancing dirty needles broke the tip off in her skin, |
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The promises and false hopes are injected in her veins. |
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It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor, |
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Guilt straight affliction, now comatose. |
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Emptiness, (In her head) |
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She feels the room spin, (She forgets) |
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Somebody call a doctor, (Her reason) |
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We need an ambulance. (For living) |
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Trapped in this black hole, (Never killed the beauty queen) |
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Abandoned, alone. (Never killed the beauty queen) |
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And I'm here for you. |
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I am so sick, I am so sick. |
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I am so sick, I am so sick. |
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I am so facking sick of this. |
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The roses are red, violets are blue, |
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These petals fall like tears. |
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The petals fall... |
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Her pictures worth a thousand words, |
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So light it up and watch it burn, |
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(Ash to ash, lust to dust) |
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Strike a match, incinerate, feel the flames of suffering. |
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Dancing dirty needles broke the tip off in her skin, |
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The promises and false hopes are injected in her veins. |
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It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor, |
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Guilt straight affliction, now comatose. |
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Emptiness, (In her head) |
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She feels the room spin, (She forgets) |
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Somebody call a doctor, (Her reason) |
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We need an ambulance. (For living) |
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Sick, as she smiles, |
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One last goodbye, this girl she cried so hard. |
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Broken bones, but I can't help her, |
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She's too far gone, (Apocolips) she soon will die. |
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This love, (This love) |
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This love. (This love) |
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This love and I can't let her go for her, my body and soul. |
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This love, (This love) |
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This love. (This love) |
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This love and I can't let her go for her, my body and soul. |