Her wings covered in blood
Her body covered in mud...
(This is my friends...get over it.)
I could smell no fear...
(This is a song...to the tune of angels we have...
Angels we have heard a lie...
You open your mouth to breath, but instead of air...
Why is it that the people who say that we can come...
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Juliet loves the beast, and the lust it commands; drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands Romeo. |
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Everybody loves you when you're dead. |
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As we all form one dark flame. |