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Ticking Till Your Damnation
Tick...Toc..Tick..Toc...
As these flames cry once more,
everytime the second hand strokes,
I wait...
Tick..Toc...Tick..Toc..
Feel these flames that churn and burn everytime they crash, still,
I wait..
I wait, in this pit of hell.
I wait, in my pity spell.
With wickid curses, I wait for you.
Is all so well up there?
Oh, is all so swell?
Don't worry, I have a place for you,
hand-crafted this space, just for two!
Tick..toc...
Impending loom awaits.
Tick..toc...
Still burning in my place,
I'll ready another hell for you..
The one you can't flee,
the one to assure your misery.
Untill then, tickity toc,
I'll wait with my cemetery heart of solitary,
Till at last, time has come.
As these flames cry once more,
everytime the second hand strokes,
I wait...
Tick..Toc...Tick..Toc..
Feel these flames that churn and burn everytime they crash, still,
I wait..
I wait, in this pit of hell.
I wait, in my pity spell.
With wickid curses, I wait for you.
Is all so well up there?
Oh, is all so swell?
Don't worry, I have a place for you,
hand-crafted this space, just for two!
Tick..toc...
Impending loom awaits.
Tick..toc...
Still burning in my place,
I'll ready another hell for you..
The one you can't flee,
the one to assure your misery.
Untill then, tickity toc,
I'll wait with my cemetery heart of solitary,
Till at last, time has come.
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