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I've got a rope around my neck And a rock around my ankles So if the rope breaks, It won't be a second chance Or a gift from a God. I will either choke Or I will drown. A lack of air Will introduce me to my maker. But if I'm being honest I really don't care If there's a god, Or if I'm alone. Because in the end... My skin and flesh will peel, Off of my bones.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
Lack of Air.
I've got a rope around my neck And a rock around my ankles So if the rope breaks, It won't be a second chance Or a gift from a God. I will either choke Or I will drown. A lack of air Will introduce me to my maker. But if I'm being honest I really don't care If there's a god, Or if I'm alone. Because in the end... My skin and flesh will peel, Off of my bones.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
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