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Saw your eyes today in a memory painted in the sky.
You smiled and said to me, a love like this can never truly die
So now the shows over
and Ive got to disguise the thing Ive beCOME.
I ONLY WISH I COULD STOP laughing!
I grin because the joke is on them this time!
They dont have a clue!
Calm consumes me
(I) I shut my eyes
and once again the pleasure (immerse) strangles me.
I taste the tears of sweet indulgence,
pain, and (myself) fantasy.
Oh, the visions inside my head
(in sick reflection
)
The emptiness will haunt you
(I) Sanity is slowly slipping
from my (immerse) hands now.
Im standing closer to the edge than (myself) I should be allowed.
Oh, what little regret I have
(in sick reflection
)
Does that make me a killer?
I am the face of death standing right BEHIND YOU.
YET YOURE OBLIVIOUS to my cold breath ON YOUR NECK.
IS IT JUST TOO EASY?
Am I just too GOOD AT THIS?
I AM THE CHOSEN ONE.
I AM THE END OF ALL and now you are mine!
Calm consumes me
(I) I shut my eyes
and once again the pleasure (immerse) strangles me.
I taste the tears of sweet indulgence,
pain, and (myself) fantasy.
Oh, the visions inside my head
(in sick reflection
)
The emptiness will haunt you
(I) Sanity is slowly slipping
from my (immerse) hands now.
Im standing closer to the edge than (myself) I should be allowed.
Oh, what little regret I have
(in sick reflection
)
Does that make me a killer?
Saw your eyes today in a memory painted in the sky.
You smiled and said to me, a love like this can never truly die
Let`s just say youre right and the nightmare ends,
we wake up side by side.
What makes you think that I would let you live?
Ive really lost my mind
Behold, for I am the will of the reaper!
BEG FOR the mercy OF YOUR worthless angels!
As relief washes over me, calm consumes me
(I) I shut my eyes
and once again the pleasure (immerse) strangles me.
I taste the tears of sweet indulgence,
pain, and (myself) fantasy.
Oh, the visions inside my head
(in sick reflection
)
The emptiness will haunt you
(I) Sanity is slowly slipping
from my (immerse) hands now.
Im standing closer to the edge than (myself) I should be allowed.
Oh, what little regret I have
(in sick reflection
)
Does that make me a killer?