THE SLAUGHTER Watch my soul, divide At the dawn of my own slaughtersuicide Behind the mask all shall fall While my tyrannical desires Feed the blackness As I watch her leave slowly Im not sure to know who I am anymore The absence of hope makes me so empty The undead part of me burns my needs Unbearable urges gnaw my guts I want to be inside you a last time Dont care about the fucking sunset Slaughter suicide Call me the wicked, make me the wicked Blame me the wicked, Ill be gone! I dont feel anything Do you see the scar around my neck? This fucking cut here THE SUICIDE I guess Im losing hope, but believe me I tried Behold the emptiness you dug in me! I regurgitate your name once again Without the conscience of your accusatory eye Your eye delicately put down in a box I send you our children as I shall ask your dead Body for permission We are so much alike
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