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The truth about life and death is everything goes on.
So ride your carcass with your flesh that's rotting , it will be a blank December, long live this hell.
So lets sell this inventory.
You bring the knife Ill bring my liver, you and I can make a crimson river.
Turn off the lights and lock the door, lets mutilate the past like we've done this before.
And in the after-burn of regret with all the thoughts that were never said and the dead have never spoken.
This is the end.
Hell yes Ill drink to that.
Don't be a trend, - the selfless advice from a dying man.
So when the ship goes down and your dreams have all drowned, the writing on your tombstone has faded its dawned.
We'll never be a vital sign in the heart of history.
You bring the knife I'll bring my liver.
This is the end.
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