Scrape, scrape - flick metal ashes into your grave
Why you make me so misbehave?
In my fantasy you die; I slice your head off your head like a fuckin' slice of pie.
I grin upon your death
I laugh, and inhale your last dying breath
Just a mood/ a phase
You gonna ask me to rephrase?
So I guess I'm kinda mad…
Just a cover cuz I'm sad
Too bad; bad leads to bad
This circle should restart
Turn backward from the dark
Begin again; leaving all the sin
I plant a seed
I've the greater need
For peace of mind indeed.
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