ride the wings of pestilence
i'll be hiding in the shadows, i'll be waiting in the dark, to drive this blade straight through your heart, i'll drag you to my car, as blood races down my arm, i think, everyone will wonder where you are tonight, 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, everyone will like you more than they used to, my teen against bullshi*t has a body count, it's 6 going on 7 now, i've been dreaming about you, in a pool of your own blood, with your eyes gouged out, by the works of my thumbs, the scent of your insides, the perfect perfume, to settle the score, ride the wings of pestilence.
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