These Hands They Are Magic
These hands, they are magic,
they will make you reappear
back into a non-existence,
and from there, you will not disappear.
These hands, they are magic,
they'll wrap darkness around your light,
Bring nightmares into your dreams,
and breathe death into your life.
These hands, they are magic,
They will crush you in their palms,
until you become no more,
and until no more are your qualms.
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