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Mass MassacreAs we stand upon these ruins I see what mortals should not see The beasts from dreams of gods long dead Taking over me Let me hear them! (Let me reach your soul) Let me out!Mass Massacre
Enter my wounds and make it yours As we take this soul and let them heal Inside this poor fool's eyes Let's make them mine
Bleeding heart, Bleeding soul Is this how my death truly begins?
(These beasts tearing out my insides...)
(I fear my end is near...)
Enter these wounds and let them heal As we take this soul and make it ours In
What I used to beI've lived off love for far too long (Since the day you left...) Nothing held me back (I put my trust in you...) Just had to fall To lose myselfWhat I used to be
(Always the beginning of the end) (Trying to save my sanity once again)
Here it comes Drop the bombs And let the good times roll Inevitable - this slaughtered my sins!
Never stopped to think of what I chose For what I used to be made - Time slow as I grew old (The fatal blow so sincere...) Been through with the truth under lies (Murder spelled in my eyes...)
(How could I have
I'm going to try to wish 100 people a merry new year, this is number 10.
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Arrr matey!
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Death's advent shall not be swift!
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Death's advent shall not be swift!
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just pretend you have a dream
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“Human folly does not impede the turning of the stars.”
Tom Robbins
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Death's advent shall not be swift!
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