Ride, hell's in fury, an evil in believe
Wrath upon the dead and dreaming
Lie, sins subliminal, I twist in harmony
Blood upon my darkest day
Slit my wrist and watch me bleed
Tighten the noose around my neck
Fear the evil, turn the lights
I can hear it whisper as I desecrate myself
Die, life's expendable, taking my last breath
Waiting for my death I'm grieving
Why, in the darkest hours, I can hear my call
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