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Even In Death
Bury me 6 feet under ground
If I die today
I feel the shadows coming to play
Even in Death,
I will sing my lullaby
Here, it is written in blood
My soul wonders free
Here, I am joyous
Sometimes Death is shadowed by regrets
But here, as I lay barely breathing,
There is no doubt
I am ready
Even in Death,
I will sing my lullaby
Here, it is written in blood
My soul wonders free
Here, I am joyous
Beautiful razors and dirty pills
Got me here
My demons whisper: "Come and play..."
I am no longer scared
I lay in my Bed of Roses
Letting thorns dig so deep
These wounds will never hal
Even In Death,
I will sing my lullaby
Here it is written in blood
My soul wonders free
Here, I am joyous
Death comes to steal my soul
Come take me
I am here, waiting
Light fades to black
Hear that mourning bell
If I die today
I feel the shadows coming to play
Even in Death,
I will sing my lullaby
Here, it is written in blood
My soul wonders free
Here, I am joyous
Sometimes Death is shadowed by regrets
But here, as I lay barely breathing,
There is no doubt
I am ready
Even in Death,
I will sing my lullaby
Here, it is written in blood
My soul wonders free
Here, I am joyous
Beautiful razors and dirty pills
Got me here
My demons whisper: "Come and play..."
I am no longer scared
I lay in my Bed of Roses
Letting thorns dig so deep
These wounds will never hal
Even In Death,
I will sing my lullaby
Here it is written in blood
My soul wonders free
Here, I am joyous
Death comes to steal my soul
Come take me
I am here, waiting
Light fades to black
Hear that mourning bell
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