Dark Mind
I’m feeling a little bit sick,
Covering making sounds like click clack, click clack.
I think this is the making of a great psychopath,
Drip, drip, drip, drip goes the impure blood of humanity before my eyes sight.
For they gladly let me descend them into deaths land,
As long as there piece gold is in the palm of their hands.
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