how do you kill a man, that don't wanna die
how do you pull that trigger and say goodbye
how does it feel to wipe the blood stains from the eye
wishing that tomorrow would come
down in the darkness between the mind and the soul
the part where all feeling is part of the control
and the breathing beneath and between
everything loses all meaning
i just wish that it'd die
pushing down, and pulling out
carving away the mind
sticking in to the places where it don't belong
i will crush it until the end is come
bring me back to the start, and never form
stay as far away from me as you can
im virial, and nothing will become
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