Looking like 3D art
Craving that death's smell
You had the world falling apart
With no face just skull shell
Sinners' bones and darkness sight
Pain is the only thing you feel
Down the stones the fire's bright
You are there waiting for the meal
Rotten heart and reaped souls
As if life was never real
Razor mark and tons of fools
Taking your life was the deal.
Suicide, ****** envy, ****
No matter what you do, you'll end up there
So why do you try so hard to escape?
He will come for you anywhere.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Looking like 3D art
Craving that death's smell
You had the world falling apart
With no face just skull shell
Sinners' bones and darkness sight
Pain is the only thing you feel
Down the stones the fire's bright
You are there waiting for the meal
Rotten heart and reaped souls
As if life was never real
Razor mark and tons of fools
Taking your life was the deal.
Suicide, ****** envy, ****
No matter what you do, you'll end up there
So why do you try so hard to escape?
He will come for you anywhere.
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