Dancin’ with your little sisters,
I could hear a dozen bells.
My heart is always waiting for something,
Still don’t know what it really is.
Floatin’ like a death row angel,
Hopin’ my eyes can still cry.
Great spells of magic whisper,
Nothing ever happened before.
I want to kill myself.
I won’t smile anymore.
Dead frogs are always speaking,
They can slice my face in two.
Whenever I try to leave,
There are always sick police.
They asked me to do something with him,
So I sliced his face in two.
There’s blood all over everything
Whenever I try to move.
So don’t call me a killer,
Because I never wanted to kill you.
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