Pick up your shit,
And stuff it in your memories.
Sleep on it, upon it, and look how dumb
And moronic,
That you think that you are anything less,
Than a toxic bog witch and a fuckin' mess.
Another notch on my belt but I digress.
Everything that you say is nothing
But a regret.
And now you stand like a corpse
In a grave for two,
But I'm immortal bitch, so fuck you.

It's what you want it to be,
You were a fantasy,
Why won't you let it rest in peace.
Buried it six feet deep,
Under the roots and leaves,
And now I'll let it rest in peace.
It's what you want it to be,
You were a fantasy,
Why won't you let it rest in peace.
Buried it six feet deep,
Under the roots and leaves
And now I'll let it rest in peace.

Deep in desire, come morning a liar.
And never quite stopping to soar even higher.
As hell leaves a stain and my feelings remain
To strangle a heart made of sulfur and fire.

Corrupt gardens, watered with the blood of saints.
The insatiable appetite for the pain.
Bladed and jaded and faded,
And utterly rejected.
Destroying a palace of the night,
That I have erected.
Dissected, injected, and fully infected.
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