• Last Breath
    Crimson rubies falling from my wrist
    Salted dimonds falling from my face
    With a razor blade I make a new cut
    More dimonds
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    There is a light but I do not go to it
    For it is not the light of heaven
    But the darkness of hell
    Calling my name, whispering to me
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    I don't want to listen anymore
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    Last Breath