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Watch me, |
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I bleed now no more |
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My wounds one thousand and crisp as life itself it drips away a smile upon my lips |
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Cutting, slicing, carving the blade slides deep in me running warm blood leaving my corps to be |
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Convulsions shatters my carved limbs |
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I now begin to feel the chill the smile remains upon my lips because likewise |
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I die I kill |
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Crimson vision, inspiration now it is time to ink my pen and to summon my last strenght to write my requiem |
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Covered in my own blood words and music comes to me now more dead than living |
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I compose in harmony |
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My blood forms notes on paper splattered up and down the lines creative even in death |
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I still smile as |
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I die |