Two hundred days of madness,
words from me to you,
bathed in the blood of the innocent,
bathed in the blood of you,
I’ll tear my own heart out to show you,
I’ll slit my own throat with a knife,
I’ll spill everything I have,
just for one more moment,
so I can show you mine,
so I can show you how much this is killing me,
so I can show you how I’m dying inside,
or is that another lie,
just so I can watch another die…



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