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The magic that turns perversions into art
I could be the one to tear away
Every fucking thing that I've come to believe
It all comes right back
To the kill or be killed theory
I've convinced myself
Is the only way
The heart beat motivates
And taunts the mind
And tempts my hands
To kill again
It comes rıght back
cuz ı kept thıs
inside
ıt all came out
this time
the memory lapse
it pulls me inside out
cuz ı kept thıs
inside
ıt all came out
this time
the memory lapse
it pulls me inside
those who dare to cross the line
take away from me every fucking thing
that I've learned to believe
I could be the one that comes to set this right
or ı could be the one to fuckıng kıll you
torment thıs mınd
thıs tıme ıt's over
Tear away
just let it turn to dust
pulled it back
just let it blow away
ı guess lıfe
(waıtıng to carve thıs canvas)
is not for any one
HATA BİLDİR
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