Blood spills from unsealed wounds, baleful afflictions devolved from you, the ones i love (i love), ripped from this world so young, the ones i love, they are walking corpses.
I will not she'd one more tear for you, and these sutures have yet to bind my flesh, i'll burn this idol in effigy of you, my prayers bemoan a love untrue.
Know this, i've lost all compassion, she's cursed by her brooding, may i mar you father? as to cut through your mask of benevolence, and reveal your vile burden, i'll make you live with it, you live with this.
And i will not she'd one more tear for you, these sutures have yet to bind my flesh, i'll burn this idol in effigy of you, my prayers bemoan a love untrue
You took from me, the ones i live for, the ones i'd die for (condemned so young).
You took from me, the ones i live for, the ones i'd kill for (condemned so young).
Dream not of me.
Let my words haunt you.
Copulate with your self loathing.
I will watch you burn, i will watch you...burn.
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