I feel the sickness starts to grow Inside I bleed My heart and lungs infected With disease Not much time to spare Only pain will follow I start to think what I have done In history I hear the blade keeps calling Let it taste my skin My veins once were filled with blood So pure and red Cut them all I tell you Cut them deep and crush them I want to feel it while I can The agony I am no one For you, you see My time is over So fade away The streets filled with people No one saw or knew me I start to think what I have done In history Not much time to spare Before pain will follow Now come and leave your farewells For eternal dream
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