Who's to say
We shouldn't be laid
In a deep dark hole
A cold gray grave

The hourglass flows
As the sins compile
Masquerading as pious humans
Evil hearts
Pass the while

Who's to say
Mortals wont die
In a crimson mushroom cloud
The blink of an eye

Who's to say


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