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Hiding in the shadows
I'll be waiting in the dark
To drive this blade
Straight through your heart
I'll drag your body to the car
As blood races down my arm
I think everyone will wonder
Where you are, do you?
I'll hide you in my walls
Your body will never be found
I'll wear your skin as a suit
Pretend to be you
Your friends will like you
More than they used to
Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit
Has a body count
I believe its six going on seven now
Seven now
I've been dreaming about you
In a pool of your own blood
With your eyes gouged out
By the work of my thumbs
The scent of your insides
From under the floorboards
The perfect perfume
To settle a score
I'll hide you in my walls
Your body will never be found
I'll wear your skin as a suit
Pretend to be you
Your friends will like you
More than they used to
Pretend to be you
Your friend will like you More than they used to
Ride the wings of
Ride the wings of
Ride the wings of pestilence
Ride the wings of pestilence
Ride the wings of pestilence
Ride the wings of pestilence
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