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Killin' Time
Feed my lust behind the mask
Any questions, dare you ask?
My wicked games, evil heart
I feel no shame, ripped apart
The walls can't hear, the light is dead
Face your fear, tonight dons red
Fan my shrine, I bid farewell
It's killin' time... Here in HELL!
Any questions, dare you ask?
My wicked games, evil heart
I feel no shame, ripped apart
The walls can't hear, the light is dead
Face your fear, tonight dons red
Fan my shrine, I bid farewell
It's killin' time... Here in HELL!
Published 9th Oct 2024
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10th Oct 2024 2:16am
Kinda sounds like an old trash metal song title. Phenomenal write, Pete. Appreciate you.
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10th Oct 2024 9:17am
