Why is he there?
Without his head...
Never you mind, that fucker is dead.
Token of trust turned to shit in the end,
SHIT ON YOUR FACE
How does it feel?
Lies and deciet...
Choke on my malice...
Now you are here...
Mine... forever...
The only difference is a pulse.
Beat by beat, I'll eat your heart.
Dig in my nails and rip you apart!
Scratch at the stain that won't leave my soul...
How does it feel with me in control?
BITCH!
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