In Dying the streets are paved with Diamonds the gutters flow red wine.
In Dying.
There are trees hung low with golden fruit. The Hills sparkle in the noonday sun. There on the hills of Dying.
In Dying,freedom is priceless but costs nothing. All wishes come true in Dying and there is is no word for pain in Dying but the next town over is brutal.
Dont Stop of in Slow Death.
Too much screaming and
The wait is long for service.