The curtain´s closed
No way home
The nectar of life run dry
These tainted words
Made to hurt
Cut in me with its knife
Eating my mind
And with each bite
I´m begging
Please lord no
Bridge
This place is a mess
The one has gone
Lovesongs
They kill me -
They kill me
Now
Lovesongs they kill me
Are killing me
Right now
Trainted to attack
Bulls´s - eye shot in black
I never thought they´d get me
These pictures in my head
Lying in my bed
These (or his/her)
Whips make me bleed
Bridge
This place a mess
Ma one has gone
Can´t hear the sceneries
The concept tragediers
Of what I´m menat to feel
No more
Cause I´m already dead
And I just cannot hear
To hear another word
No more!
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