| Removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill
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| I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will
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| How their greenish flecks befall me that starlit winters night
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| How I lost all that I ever was while locked within their sight
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| Before you sits a broken man
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| With your fragile pinkish heart in hand
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| Peculiar how it can hurt so bad
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| While love is only in the mind
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| I sew the gaping chestwork
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| Each thread is made with love
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| The bosom where I would rest
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| My face is covered in your blood
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| No, this is not the end
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| You’ll live on eternally
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| Oh lord, it’s not the end
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| My secret you’ll forever be!
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| I interrupt this transformation a familiar lust swelling in me
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| A long and soulful kiss the shades are drawn the living world can’t see
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| The coil of entrails how curious the smell
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| How pungent to my eager nostrils hands further compelled
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| No, no it’s not the end,
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| Forever you’ll be in my arms!
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| I could never let you go!
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| My darling cold and blue
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| I wonder are you dreaming still
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| Spread eagled blood removed
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| I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin
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| Tonight I’ll lay beside you darling in necromantic sin
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| Pinned to the bed sheets like a Prized butterfly you’re mine
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| I hear your voice echoing so deeply inside
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| I did my best to love you while you did live and breathe
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| This tender taxidermy trophy of the bereaved
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| I could never let you go!
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| My darling cold and blue
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| I wonder are you dreaming still
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| Spread eagled blood removed
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| I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin
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| Tonight I’ll lay beside you darling in necromantic sin |