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Smoking my life away,
My miseries, my fears aren't going to stay,
By tomorrow morning I'm not going to remember a thing,
Can you hear those sirens sing?
They're driving me closer to the edge,
Soon enough I'll be jumping off the ledge,
I'll be with them and every other lost soul. Dead or alive,
They're all drawn to my eyes of sea green like bees to a hive,
I cannot focus, my mind is scrambled, I do not know.
I'm not above the ground. I'm six feet below.
It's too late, my last breath escaped, my eyes are closed, my souls been bought.
The coals beneath my feet are fiery and hot.
But I feel no pain,
Tonight’s the night I went insane.
I see fire, I see hate.
I want to go, I need to leave, I want out. But it's too late.
Satan approached me and stared into my eyes.
I dropped to the ground and I screamed morbid cries.
I dropped to the ground; I dropped to my knees,
Because at that very moment my soul he seized.
My skin melted and burned against that molten coal.
I'm his sacrifice; he's taken me as a whole.
He started to speak a foreign tongue; he said it in a beat.
I've never been in so much pain, he turned up the heat.
I was the newest victim in his sacrificial ritual. He needs fresh, young meat.
There was no turning back, he had me beat.
From the depths of hell,
Satan recited a spell.
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Posted by SadThoughtsBadDreams on 2008-07-12 07:47:07 | Rating: | Views: 65
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