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Im not insane...
As i pull this Bloody knife from your chest
The feeling for Blood lust was the best
must have stabed you 50 times
my sanity disapearing before your eyes
Your heart faintly beating in my hands
my soul decaying in the sands
I Loved you, You fucking bitch
Then you try to go and Ditch
Was my Love not worth your heart
Too bad it is now Mine
your soul is fading into dark
lost along with time
as i walk this dusty plain
i tell my self, Im not insane...
as i nibble bit by bit
the pain I caused suddenly hit
Your wicked laughter Fills my mind
i twist and turn in agony
pleased yourself with your find
the sky turns mahogany...
your angry soul back from the grave
to possess the body that i misbehaved
from the shadows i run and hide
my feelings or fear i cannot decide
The sudden tear of my flesh
as your hand pierces my heart
Ripped out my chest,
the blood still flowing black
when my eyes see your face i give a little smirk
my dying breath, it seems you have made quick work
my soul is now with yours forever
In hell we shall burn together...
i Tell her that i am not insane..
she whispers then we're the same..
The feeling for Blood lust was the best
must have stabed you 50 times
my sanity disapearing before your eyes
Your heart faintly beating in my hands
my soul decaying in the sands
I Loved you, You fucking bitch
Then you try to go and Ditch
Was my Love not worth your heart
Too bad it is now Mine
your soul is fading into dark
lost along with time
as i walk this dusty plain
i tell my self, Im not insane...
as i nibble bit by bit
the pain I caused suddenly hit
Your wicked laughter Fills my mind
i twist and turn in agony
pleased yourself with your find
the sky turns mahogany...
your angry soul back from the grave
to possess the body that i misbehaved
from the shadows i run and hide
my feelings or fear i cannot decide
The sudden tear of my flesh
as your hand pierces my heart
Ripped out my chest,
the blood still flowing black
when my eyes see your face i give a little smirk
my dying breath, it seems you have made quick work
my soul is now with yours forever
In hell we shall burn together...
i Tell her that i am not insane..
she whispers then we're the same..
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