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I am the bag man,for a bad man, in a abandoned town.
: i keep looking around for people who will pne day come around
Ghosts haunt this place, this once great paradise
a high stakes game, in this the roll of the dice
one that i forsee myself loosing in the long run, i wonder if im going to win this round
i keep trying to look around, looking for a single clue, to help me, be able to beat u
its a showdown at high noon, the sky clear as blue as the undertaker shall messure you soo
*soon
wait for the clock to strike twelve, then hear the tolling of the bell.
One shot then two, till the dusts settles over you
your heart beats rappiedly, as your body slowly falls to the ground, your eyes look out
into the sky, as you see the peoople who you dispise, walk past you, as if you never
even had a life.
as you take your last breath, you soon begin to sweat all the things you regret, and all
the things you didnt yet do,.
another soul lost to this town, another body hits the ground.
I am the bag man, for the bad man in this here abandoned town
I will be your reaper, the death dealer, and your tomb sealer.