I cannot get up by the howling cry
Just justify my longing to die,
Bury me down at last,
I think about it in the shadows and cry!
Can scissors heal a man torn of tears,
A fading I fear inside.
The reaper in sheet will stand by me
I'm dreaming, I'm wearing a black dress that night!
I'm just a being tonight,
And still I'm dressed so black...OH YEAH!
Maybe I'm just blind,
But maybe I should try...
You won't be a butcher
No, you won't be at last
Somebody's the trigger
Take it off!
What, you are the priest's son? So fuck -
SO FUCK YOURSELF AND DIE!
The shadows draw back into honesty and love!
Obey, and it will cut your throat
I can't speak and you shant be the next,
The shadows strike in your blame - YAW!
половину вырезала... слишком много...))