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Removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill |
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I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will |
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How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit winter's night |
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I lost all that I ever was while locked within their sight |
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Before you sits a broken man, your fragile pinkish heart in hand |
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Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind |
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I sew the gaping chest work, each thread is made with love |
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The bosom where I would rest my face is covered in your blood |
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No, this is not the end |
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You'll live on eternally |
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Oh Lord, it's not the end |
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My secret you'll forever be |
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I interrupt this transformation, a familiar lust swelling in me |
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A long and soulful kiss, the shades are drawn, the living world can't see |
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The coil of entrails, how curious the smell |
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So pungent to my eager nostrils, hands further compelled |
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No, it's not the end |
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Forever you'll be in my arms |
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I could never let you go, my darling, cold and blue |
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I wonder, are you dreaming still, spread eagled, blood removed |
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I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin |
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Tonight I'll lay beside you, darling, in necromantic sin |
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Pinned to the bed sheets like a prized butterfly, you're mine |
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I hear your voice so precious, echoing deeply inside |
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I did my best to love you while you did live and breathe |
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This tender taxidermy, trophy of the bereaved |
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I could never let you go, my darling, cold and blue |
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I wonder, are you dreaming still, spread eagled, blood removed |
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I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin |
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Tonight I'll lay beside you, darling, in necromantic sin |
