Death, death, death, death… Blood loss! How can I conceive
The mass graves of a faceless few, told, taught to
You're no better than me, so stop fuckin' judging me.
If this is the easy way out, why does my
It's like a dagger waiting to fall - Missed messages.
Wreck on the cowards evading identity sheepish and solemn afraid
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