THE GHOST THAT KILLED ME

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I sit in a comfortable barren place
The cold voice of the sun
Cakes the walls of this place

Cold and familiar vertigo
Inside my skull
A brown and chunky
Mud

I will drink your blood,
Make dinner with your body
a nice coat with your skin
I am dieing inside
I don't know why
But you're also looking dead

The sand is deep
And those chains are heavy
And I sit here
Somewhere looking in a jar of eternity

I find it hard to empathize with your butchered skin
when you used to cut me with the same sin
The lips that broke my ribs
Cold and bothered I sit

snowy tundras are dark for you
And I get to watch you die
with ice that burns
Like you got to watch me
Oh what a pretty sight

I spit at your feet
And laugh at your feeble screams
I love to walk into the bathroom to look down and see

A cold
Dark girl on the tile floor
I couldn't ask for anything more
Than to see you bleed
Behind the first stall door

I remember the day
The devil said my name
A voice so sound
It said it was warmer Underground
It's feel so good to be dirtbound

I will drink your blood
Make dinner with your body
a nice coat with your skin
I'm dead inside
I don't remember why
But I know a face when it's dieing too

You're rotting under my bed,
Reminding me you'll never be dead.
You whisper lethal lullabies
To try to keep me up at night

But I can't hear you
over the eternity
I die for
Be both live lives
And they will run their course

The air is thin
The blood is cold
A fate I guess I should have known

These incense stale
My heart is bare
My tears have turned to rust

I will drink your blood,
Make dinner with your body,
a nice coat out of your skin.
I'm dead inside
Maybe you will live
I have died
Your such a pretty murderer
It still hurts
And ghosts still huant the halls at night

And I remember the day
The devil said my name

A voice so sound
I heard it say it was warmer
Underground
It feels so good to be dirt bound.

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