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suicide pact
hold on to my hand
don't let go
(it's not yet time)
(we're still warm)
I'm so glad I've finally found you
thank you for coming to me and staying by my side
stay with me till sleep takes over
(I never wanted to do this alone)
we'll be in each others arms
until the undertow becomes too much
then we'll fly south on the wings of opiates
seeing the edge of the void with weary eyes
and jumping in head first
together
to be swallowed by her ocean of black
until we also become black
and there's nothing left
except blue corpses
still hand in hand
don't let go
(it's not yet time)
(we're still warm)
I'm so glad I've finally found you
thank you for coming to me and staying by my side
stay with me till sleep takes over
(I never wanted to do this alone)
we'll be in each others arms
until the undertow becomes too much
then we'll fly south on the wings of opiates
seeing the edge of the void with weary eyes
and jumping in head first
together
to be swallowed by her ocean of black
until we also become black
and there's nothing left
except blue corpses
still hand in hand
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