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Deathstars Termination Bliss

lung is creating noise The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child The revocation of empathy The sound from a million dreams and scars Termination Bliss

(The cyanide) (Drink the cyanide) This is the hand that will blind your eyes And split your spine This is the blade that'll visit your flesh And release

punctured lung is creating noise The cry that she made Was the cry of a dying child The revocation if empathy The sound from a million Dreams and scars Terminator Bliss

Guns and ammo lie in front of you The clips are all loaded, now that shall you do? This is how it starts When the end slows wildly in the dark This is

No prayers can reach me here No light can touch Among reduced Bibles, cigarettes and drugs I carve your name in my flesh Listen... Listen... ... then

Hush... Don't tell them nothing, not a world Hush... Don't tell them nothing, Not a single thing that I've said to you Hear all my secrets Tell all