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You trick bitch, I'm better off with slit wrists
How many bastards did you convince that you were in love with them, while you were fucking all his friends?
You filthy piece of shit
I want you dead before my eyes
Her lips trip the guillotine, collecting heads as trophies
Taking names and digging graves
Beware the wraith with an angels eyes
A great deception, angels were meant for heaven
That doesn't mean I would like to be the one to show you how fucking empty you are
Let's see how much it means for you to have the last word
Will you struggle to speak even with your lips sewn?
I am the horror of your dreams
Horror. And you will never wake up
My embrace won't let you go, to the grave it follows
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