Your dress is lined with blood,
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You look so much better in red.
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And with your throat open,
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Your body twitches and squirms,
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As you suffocate on your own blood.
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With your last thoughts I hope you think of everything I've ever done for you,
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And how you left me to lie in my buried agony.
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I will never let myself sink that low again.
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But I'll let my knife sink deeper for reparations you bitch.
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Your eyes are getting heavy,
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But I won't let this end so quickly no,
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I want to watch your suffer.
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I see your lifeless corpse,
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And I can't help but laugh.
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You brought this upon yourself,
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Another wretched soul being slowly dragged to hell.
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This is the last life you fuck,
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You're dead you fucking slut.
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Lifeless
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| Chelsea Grin |
