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a glance to my eyes, deep within revealsthis worn-out warrior's mindi'm killing you by sufferingdiscomposure of a deepest kindin the night i crave to feel your breathand your touch like angel of deathin the dawn i'm in chains of beastial rageand forced to make you deadthe chains get tighter around my throati can give you no love, only dead-lift of painin the dusk of evening i tuck you up with featherforever i'll stand by your sidein the twilight of night i'm laughingwhile cutting you hundred and thirteen timescan't you see i am evil, double-edged razorchild of eternal hate.to torment you like a motherfuckin-whorei'll make you cry forever morei'd crawl through broken glass to you...and your name is written in my very fleshwith the knife i'm still longing to usein the night i crave to feel your breathand your touch like angel of deathin the dawni'm in chains of bestial rageand forced to make you dead |