Red letters. White walls.

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Crimson letters on white walls
Made of paint that's made of cells
Made of hate that's built on pain
And of anger that just swells

Smear my body on these walls
Watch the tainting of the pure
I have finally found salvation
When I could not find the cure

Start to section out my body
Red is soaking through the slits
As I marvel at the beauty
And finally love myself. To bits.

Blood is pouring, bone is showing
My lips now sports a chelsea grin
As I fill the bath with water
And submerge myself within

Eyes wide open; I see heaven
Wearing the opulence of hell
I take a breath, and I taste metal
And it's the blood now that I smell

The blood is mixing with the water
My lungs are struggling for breath
A bright red sentence on the walls
"It's time to cheat on life with death"

Quote is from the song 'Killpop' by Slipknot

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