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If you pretend, I will pretend
You said its the new trend
Pressing your knife to my neck
It will only hurt for just a sec
CUT
The perfect crime
Blood pours down in a twisted vine
The time has come for my bitter fate
Don't be nervous you said, but wait..
CUT
Too late to talk
Too late to walk
Its all art and my blood is the paint
Its your work, the artist is a saint
CUT CUT CUT
You said its the new trend
Pressing your knife to my neck
It will only hurt for just a sec
CUT
The perfect crime
Blood pours down in a twisted vine
The time has come for my bitter fate
Don't be nervous you said, but wait..
CUT
Too late to talk
Too late to walk
Its all art and my blood is the paint
Its your work, the artist is a saint
CUT CUT CUT
Published 23rd Dec 2012
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- Edited 12th Apr 2020 8:45pm
26th Dec 2012 5:27pm
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