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I'm fine I swear

But inside a wicked child

Can't you see I'm dying

in here

Look into my eyes

Are they still the windows

to my soul

the soul I never sold

I just gave it away

threw it away

Dreamed of being forsaken

Dreams of the sweetest

kind of delerium

the sweetest disease

I walk through Elysian fields

Drunk on innocent blood

where Hatred is my savior

and Anger is my closest friend

where I watched you die

and now your blood is on my hands

A suicide note

sealed with a kiss

Kill yourself for me

Blood on my hands

I'm so dirty

Could I taste yor purity

I lust not for your body

but your soul

Nightmares

the sweetest dreams

conjuring my silent fears

sweeping away existence

Can't you see I'm dying?

I long to sleep forever

I need to sleep forever

And I hide deep within

this prison

The only place I'm safe