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I'm standing above your stabbed dead body
and your empty eyes are staring back at me,
darling, I'm so sorry I killed you,
you know I didn't meant to,
I was just playing,
and you should have been more obeying,
but as you can see, now it's too late,
you're the one to blame for your bloody fate,
I did nothing, except of holding the knife,
your own acts separated you from this phatetic life,
I don't know if you're now in heaven or if you're burning in hell,
but I know you're doing good, just as me as well,
because now I know, this world is moving on witouht you,
darling, I'm not sorry at all, I don't regret I killed you…
"One, two, three, four,
underneath the cellar floor,
five, six, seven, eight,
lover will suffocate!!!"
Post je objavljen 09.03.2007. u 14:44 sati.