She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs
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The head was smashed in pieces, but I don't think she was dead...
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Strongly hidden feeling of lost but the temper made insecure
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Red raw lungs as they don't want to be
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Cut and release the watery gore
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The warm young eyes and the body of a cat
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looks like an erotic kind of beast
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Heart beats twice as I wish to be the rat,
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on eachothers flesh I want to feast
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But how will I find who is lost when I am lost by myself ?
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The rose, it rose and managed to rise above the skies
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But as you lay there in your own mess you only catches flies
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While this woman gracefully moves towards the door
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The flesh and the cerebral substance of yours is drying on the floor
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The beast is unleashed, with my eyes let me feast on you at least
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But the summer is gone now and my soul with it
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My spikes disappeared in your head and your life with it
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She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs
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She simply fell towards, I guess she smashed her head
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I dig in the mud until my hands bleed too much,
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Less than a year to expose
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Down to the ground a cranium I found
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Actually my fingers are frosen
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The wild but mild, through my gate you've been defiled
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The rose it rose, my skin fall in pieces and I'm frosen
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Simply Fell Towards
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Defleshed |