A stab in the back With a fearless knife With no regard To an innocent life Ruthlessly killing We're terrified [What terrible fun] Now that your falling With nowhere to run Back to the one That you fear is dead The nightmare returns So it's sliced thru your head Warmly embraced You will soon go away The bloodsoaked heads And the destitute say Back to one Falling to your death down below You're dying it's the pain no one will ever know Crawling toward the goodness of the light You're crying out after those who may stop this fight
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