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Graves hunters deceased

Bleeding from inside-out

 What if?
Hanging crucified from that question
That bleeding odor comes and goes into violent waves
Persecuting the last sound, we got an unsacred exchange
What did you say? What if I heard wrong?
The doubt drags slowly through veins, tearing the skin to the bone
What if this is all wrong? What if this is just me losing control?
 
Oh! Souls from hell, bring me to the devil
Pour me into his cup, to look him in the eyes
What if we can go back and fuck it all up?
 
Eternal silence of death, I need an answer
Prince of darkness, bring me back to those days
I’m giving away until the last drop of blood
Until my eyes goes blind
 
Before losing consciousness...
Motionless...
 
Drowning in hell, can’t find my hands
The crown of thorns seems to be useless
to bring life from the grave.
We are stuck on that 16 hours day
Time won’t pass by over our head
That was the last time I saw your face
 
What if this is all wrong? What if this is just me losing control?

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