My lucky plants are dying,
My lucky charm is crying,
Bruised my eye I tell my soul,
My body can’t take it anymore,
Hit my head so hard from behind,
so my enemies can never tell I want them blind.
Cut myself in injuries deep down bellow the blue,
just to taste the red and sour blood come through,
I have met too many devils in this world, shit …
it makes me doubt if angels are worth anything at all.
Devils, demons all the same,
playing it wicked goddamn painful games.
My heart is beating slower by the day,
only so one day I can’t wither away,
on one…two…three…
tick…tock…ti…I’m free.

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