I’ll bow out quietly
And it’s the last thing you’ll see
Before I slit your throat
The sweet red wine drips down your chest
With my sullen movement I take a stiletto to your neck
I’m confined with what a once felt
The bloody blade reflecting my wicked eyes sets me free
You’ll never see the beautiful azure again
I’m taking you down with me
As I sip the strychnine
You’ve stifled me and now it’s your turn
I stolidly watch the blood flow out
Dripping from my hands
I’ve only returned the favor of what you’ve done to me
Tear my heart to shreds
Take my love and slaughter it
Now you know the feeling
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