With every wish it's hit or miss
I saw him sit there carving her name across his arm
Slit wrists and drunk ballads derived the ego of a thousand Deaths
His sight brings fear that flinches at the chains' rattle
You know not what I need to survive
What you need to survive
I've seen the dimensions of life and Death
So cold, now they have become
The wish of your death
So now, in the curtain that calls the lost,
The colony will know my name
I will kill you all
Missionaries make the claim at the stake of the holiday
provoking only the worst from my alter
Not sure how much of this I can stand
No more of this I need
The Death of you all is coming soon...
Through air and ill breathe
A preminition of what's come
To the door's last closing I fell to the floor
Keeping the emotions inside, I'm waking
So hide it quickly
I don't need the stress of the ache
And bury me deep
So I learn not to breathe
The times ended have taught me well
Of the expectants ofthe others
And the wasteful whim of my counters
They need not the knowledge of they're Death
The notes that burn so quickly
And the flesh thats sears so sweetly
Flies with the ashes of a legacy
Can it be done?
A haunt's wish at my fingertips
What was kind and gentle now gone
With a glassy eye that holds no truth
I thought you'd be there 'til the end
But honesty proved too much for you
Shot once, I'll call for the end of the blink
To show I still have worth
I will come reformed
In short, for assailers of those in heart
I'll bless the hour that slits your throat
I WILL KILL YOU ALL
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