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Down Another Posion
Darkness fills the room
Containing my screams
The light tainted in doom
Filling up my lucid dreams
A lullaby of tragedy
Curses softly in my ear
Hearts stitched together in alchemy
Denying the subtle fear
The courses take action
Breaking down the ashes
All souls in a mere fraction
Satan's plan showed in flashes
Melted down and made of plastic
Held strong with the glass
A sword made of sarcastic
Will disintegrate into gas
On a touch, on a whim
I break fall into the song
Won, but it was only the prelim
Where do I belong?
I fall, I cry, and drown
In the despairless sea
A cursed doll and clown
Trying to take a hold of me
So kill me, kill me
Kill me please
I rather not face the plea
From myself, running from this disease
Containing my screams
The light tainted in doom
Filling up my lucid dreams
A lullaby of tragedy
Curses softly in my ear
Hearts stitched together in alchemy
Denying the subtle fear
The courses take action
Breaking down the ashes
All souls in a mere fraction
Satan's plan showed in flashes
Melted down and made of plastic
Held strong with the glass
A sword made of sarcastic
Will disintegrate into gas
On a touch, on a whim
I break fall into the song
Won, but it was only the prelim
Where do I belong?
I fall, I cry, and drown
In the despairless sea
A cursed doll and clown
Trying to take a hold of me
So kill me, kill me
Kill me please
I rather not face the plea
From myself, running from this disease
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