Freelance lover, as you are
can you choose a bit less murderes encount?
I've seen you kill, many hearts
crushed the victims with your fake creditcard
No one knows, no one asks
what it 's like to end someones life
But then i came, and followed you
like a child wondering behind an ice-cream truck
I loured you into loving me
made you crawl and love insanity
Watched you cry your dark eyes out
tears as poison dripping down
you gave a squirl but i gave more
fck you to death, like the devil's private whore
Finished saying all your prayers?
then say goodbye, before i'll sing you death's lulaby
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