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Ode to Death
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Gothic Garden of Evil, sounds the truth
An impenetrable soldier of long lost youth
He leans upon bullets, as bullets to tear
Ricochets sound from freedoms despair
This is the end as we know
Time to start the fucking show
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Bullets from barrels, as bullets do tear
Throw down your weapon of light
Pink up the dagger, fresh on the floor
This bitch turns to me tonight
This bitch is freedoms whore
Nothing but an ode to death
Speaks a plague, lost in the vague
Nothing, you’d better save your breath
I speak the fucking truth, they have slaughtered my youth
Tempting my every move
Inferring my every fear
Time ticks by, and only to die
The end of all is near
My God, return to me
Return my life to ashes
I only wish for me to see
My soul now only thrashes
Nothing but an ode to death
A flower of morbid darkness blooms
Here I lie, with my last breath
Nothing speaks, impending doom
Speak motherfucker
Seek motherfucker
Kill & slay
This war is forever
The ocean floor
Ashes to ashes, from the tray
Through the wind, these ashes soar
Fucking truth is too much to bear
A blackened burden, of despair
End It all, the fucking lies
An angel weeps crimson, as she cries
