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Suicide
I can hear the music of the spheres playing.
This symphony was always dear to me.
I have no thoughts of a revolution.
Preoccupied with my own destination.
Hell!
What a place to lay my head.
Rage!
What's my sin, is it what I intended?
Now I fall to my knees in this prison world.
Underneath a red sky, clouds begin to whirl.
I can feel the sand biting into my skin.
As I turn to wood and my punishment begins.
Say farewell to the music and the magic I once knew.
I took it away from myself as my despair grew.
I pray for the fire.
I pray for the blood.
Drown me, burn me.
I know I am no good.
Suicide.
What have I done?
No more light.
The devil won.
Circling above me as my eyes petrify.
The blasting sun draws them in as I die.
The bloody sand drinks its fill out of me.
The harpies peck and rip, a thousand agonies.
The blade always look so sharp and clean.
And now eternal wretchedness, no dream.
Suicide.
What have I done?
No more light.
The devil won.
Suicide.
My life is done.
What a horror have I cause for myself.
What a horror, what a hell.
I pray for the fire.
I pray for the blood.
Drown me, burn me.
I know I am no good.
Suicide.
What have I done?
No more light.
The devil won.
Suicide.
Suicide.
What have I done?
No more light.
The devil won.
Suicide.
Suicide.
My life is done.
This symphony was always dear to me.
I have no thoughts of a revolution.
Preoccupied with my own destination.
Hell!
What a place to lay my head.
Rage!
What's my sin, is it what I intended?
Now I fall to my knees in this prison world.
Underneath a red sky, clouds begin to whirl.
I can feel the sand biting into my skin.
As I turn to wood and my punishment begins.
Say farewell to the music and the magic I once knew.
I took it away from myself as my despair grew.
I pray for the fire.
I pray for the blood.
Drown me, burn me.
I know I am no good.
Suicide.
What have I done?
No more light.
The devil won.
Circling above me as my eyes petrify.
The blasting sun draws them in as I die.
The bloody sand drinks its fill out of me.
The harpies peck and rip, a thousand agonies.
The blade always look so sharp and clean.
And now eternal wretchedness, no dream.
Suicide.
What have I done?
No more light.
The devil won.
Suicide.
My life is done.
What a horror have I cause for myself.
What a horror, what a hell.
I pray for the fire.
I pray for the blood.
Drown me, burn me.
I know I am no good.
Suicide.
What have I done?
No more light.
The devil won.
Suicide.
Suicide.
What have I done?
No more light.
The devil won.
Suicide.
Suicide.
My life is done.
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