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Despire
Glaring into my eyes with that devilish grin,
I'll wipe it off your face committing my
first sin.
Dragged into the tower the place where you'll rot,
I tighten the noose,
And as you struggle, I'll watch.
I am your nightmare
Finding the fortunes that I
sought I've been in your head
for days.
You wouldn't believe the dreams that
I've caught.
I am the end of you!
There is nothing worse then me!
Fear me!
How dare you pick the fruit
from my tree!
I don't want much
I only want to see you die
Your mouth sewn shut
I send you to "hell" with lies.
Forcing myself into your head
I have all possession
What's a funeral with no body?
You are my possession
You say I'm doing wrong
But I'm only dealing what you
deserve
I may attend your funeral
But I won't say a word
While the foolish ones speak
of how you turned darkness into
day I'll reach to my heart and
remember this pain
The way you haunt my dreams
The way you've drained my
pride and all self-esteem
Dancing on your grave
Endure the affliction
I've buried you three feet
You've not worth the tradition
so stop hatin on me.
I'll wipe it off your face committing my
first sin.
Dragged into the tower the place where you'll rot,
I tighten the noose,
And as you struggle, I'll watch.
I am your nightmare
Finding the fortunes that I
sought I've been in your head
for days.
You wouldn't believe the dreams that
I've caught.
I am the end of you!
There is nothing worse then me!
Fear me!
How dare you pick the fruit
from my tree!
I don't want much
I only want to see you die
Your mouth sewn shut
I send you to "hell" with lies.
Forcing myself into your head
I have all possession
What's a funeral with no body?
You are my possession
You say I'm doing wrong
But I'm only dealing what you
deserve
I may attend your funeral
But I won't say a word
While the foolish ones speak
of how you turned darkness into
day I'll reach to my heart and
remember this pain
The way you haunt my dreams
The way you've drained my
pride and all self-esteem
Dancing on your grave
Endure the affliction
I've buried you three feet
You've not worth the tradition
so stop hatin on me.
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