Death
the blood of my heart
no longer gets pumped through
my veins for I now lay six feet
far below the ocean floor
and I can hear the devil's laugh
and the angel's cry rains down
it's easy to see I'm far from
unwanted or unloved
for all the people up above
all cry with the rain fall as
my grave is covered with thorns
no longer gets pumped through
my veins for I now lay six feet
far below the ocean floor
and I can hear the devil's laugh
and the angel's cry rains down
it's easy to see I'm far from
unwanted or unloved
for all the people up above
all cry with the rain fall as
my grave is covered with thorns
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