Slice Them a Little More
Close and lock the door Goth
Don’t you even cry
Make shore you have a knife Goth
For its time for you to die
You will never need to live like this
In the other life
For you will be that angel
In the morning light
So cry a tear or two Goth
For your nearly at the vein
Don’t you worry a bit Goth
Your almost free of pain.
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