Hit the Floor

by The Black Angel Lloyd Rose   Apr 4, 2006


Forsaken lies; red butterflies.
Hit the floor; Face demise.
Spat upon all your life,
Hit the floor; use the knife.
Smile as you fall to Hell,
Hit the floor; Life’s heaven is jail.
The clock strikes twelve; your time to die,
Hit the floor; just end this lie.

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