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Lost and cold in this mist
The frozen lips of death I've kissed...
To die is one thing that she craves
Her last remaining will...
Vines of Emerald bind her heart
Golden hair flows free...
Impregnable imagination
Everyone hates me...
This is the start...
Of what will soon become...
This day holds our fate
With a sweet satisfaction...
Cross my heart,
And hope to die...
March to the music
Of death and deceit...
So long, my good nature
Goodbye, my best friend...
Be still
Don’t cry...
Don't drink alcohol unless you're gonna have fun |
It's hard to say how you feel and wear what you want to wear when you're arms are made of plastic and your face is Synthetic. |
I Don't cry for you anymore even though i've never mised you more. |