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There’s too much
blood on my hands
He’ll never forgive my crimes
I’ve got a
record and a secret vendetta
And you’ve got ten seconds to run
Red roses turn
black
And day turns to night
An eclipse of the moon
An
eclipse of your heart
A knife in my hand
A
bleed in your heart
Darkness in my veins
Controlling
everything
Taking over me
I tried to hold
back
But it’s stronger, you see
And now heaven’s gates will
never open for me
Fly with your angels
and never look back
Don’t think of me or what I’ve come to
be
You deserve peace, and that’s what you’ll get
Your tired
soul with finally get its rest
Don’t worry about me, I’ll be
fine
Waiting in purgatory until the end of time