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the tree
Where we are hanging
It's where we belong
No more oxygen
No more lies
It's better this way
With no more blood
Just burning forever
The smell of rotten flesh
It's all unreal
Is this where I belong?
To be tortured daily
I don't wanna be here
When will it be over?
Am I dead now?
It's where we belong
No more oxygen
No more lies
It's better this way
With no more blood
Just burning forever
The smell of rotten flesh
It's all unreal
Is this where I belong?
To be tortured daily
I don't wanna be here
When will it be over?
Am I dead now?
Published 28th Oct 2015
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