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Tonight was a night
Cold, I stall
Caught bleeding through my fingertips
Reading the runes I wrote on the wall

So much I dare say
Bitter abstract it cascades
In sheets
On my bed
You're bloody well dead
And tonight I confine
My hatred, divine
To all of my memories of you

So fear me tonight
Fear me well, and I might
Be merciful lest your lips don't end divided
Don't let your tongue wander wanton, provided
It wags lies to me
Endless flow of deadly flattery
You're going to be the death of what's already dead
Touch me, you'll see
I lay cold in my bed