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A cold hand
Against your warm flesh
A tight grip on your neck
Pull away if you dare
One false move
I'll snap your neck
You should have seen this coming
From my silence
To my possessions
I have grown angry
Thus becoming to this
Pure hatred towards you
Can you hear it yet?
The songs of Heaven
They pour into your soul
Faster than you can move
I strike you down
Sense this fear
Get to know it
It'll come again soon
That's if you do not turn away
Hatred burns inside of me
Tearing away all I am
Why torture me?
I should torture you
You deserve it so much more
I hope your life is filled with pain
Never ending
Become like me, if you please
You'll understand this so much more