Sometimes murder seems so close. Did you think if I
These are the days
The days we speak with serpent tongues
These
bat your eyes 1000 times
ive dreamed of touching your face
eyes like an angel
blood runs like a whore
you put your
to swallow my pridewould be too easy
but i need your
She paints a pretty picture we can all adore
She's covered
You only heard what you wanted to hear
Watch me do
Wake up, you're dreaming again. Please wake up, I long
Where is your heart? Where is your soul? Hide temporary
They're out for blood and they won't rest until aspiration
Who knew we could be so wrong to assume
That we'd
Fall to your knees, fall to your weakness
It has become
You won't pass on your bitter blood
I'll spend my every
The glutton feeds off you and I
Wasting my air
Blind and
This is an exaggeration of your mortality
This is an exaggeration
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