I am ready, ready to die So put your coins over my eyes I hope to god they manage to bury me, In the chasm at the bottom of the sea. Im not sorry for everything That I ever did to you But no one will find the pieces No one will know the truth Save me from becoming, the demon from which Im running Scared to sleep close my eyes my demons follow right by my side Dogs of the older gods, Petted like the hounds of war Guarding the throne of the vanquisher. Whod have thought life could be so cruel I wish I could have choked in my mothers womb Save myself from the pain of living In a world where loved ones die And I just keep on breathing I will burn will a loving smile As Im melted into the ground In time you will come to learn Why this filthy earth will burn
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