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Bloodshoteye

All I need is just a bit of some violence The taste of blood for my silence The stench of death for my silence This is the only way I can escape This

Boodstained hands, I'm covered in it How I love the taste In my mind, I still hear your cries Begging for your life Urges, I cannot control Desires to

Outershell is so sweet Your inner core is rotten Thats what makes me want you In the worst way There your body will lay Buried in the lawn There your

Your hesitance drives You to hide away Forget about what could have been Your living in solitude Forsaken all that you have grown to love Refused it