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To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Get away by the window before the eyes of the devil notice you're home. Door closed just in case anyone would escape this nonesens. Head down, go to sleep, to the sound of the waterdrups made of rain.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. All these poisoned monsters are getting closer every day. If you just were here to say, I'm going insane. Lie my head back down so I'll just drown in this world of broken glass. Be my glue to restore me.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Listening to the rythm of the house filled with echoes. I'm on the job to protect you from these creatures, but I keep failing. Inner footprints mark my kidney till it's bleeding non-stop. If I was only able to save you from yourself.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Somewhere there's a corpse resting near the river. Child, I'm falling into this grey collored infinity. Gravity is bringing the knife of justice closer to your bogeyman. Murder my mistakes and safe your wings, my angel.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Wish to hold you in my arms, keeping you away from the other ones, the evil ones. Never knowing what future would carry and surprise me with. Who would have thought of the desire of having you closer to me than ever before.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Always you'd stay out of reach of my hands just to slip off the ravine. Soulmate, why'd you go when the time wasn't right? Not that it'll be one time, but too soon is not the same as too early when I want time to stand still for a second. I'll be with you again.

To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Spend a lifetime of holding on, just to let go. I guess I'll spend another lifetime, searching for a new hope...

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