I must, I have to, I don't want to, don't make me, by poison girl
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Not again
I cant take it again
the blood is too thick
my mouth is too quick
my teeth are too sharp
The screams are too sharp
the blood is spewed
the pain is crued
The limbs grow lifeless
the heart grows lifeless
The air becomes quiet
the dead shows no riot
the living fears me
the dead envy me
doomed to hunt again
there I go again
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Posted: 2006-04-05 05:20:04 UTC |
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