The soft lullaby fills the silence
Pulling you gently closer to the edge
Pay no attention to the warnings up ahead
You breathe in the sweet smell of death
And take your final step
You smile while being torn limb from limb
Your soul in Death's icy grip
So sweet
So sweet...
Pulling you gently closer to the edge
Pay no attention to the warnings up ahead
You breathe in the sweet smell of death
And take your final step
You smile while being torn limb from limb
Your soul in Death's icy grip
So sweet
So sweet...

sleeplessdreamer

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