Story of a Thousand Deaths

Kill her, kill her, kill her

I hear the world command its battalion of warriors

Strike her down

Beat her, beat her, beat her

I see it written in your eyes as you plot my demise

You reach for the old kitchen knife

Ready to pierce all hope of my reprise

 

Kill her, kill her, kill her

I hear the universe scream as it marches mankind

Steal her ground

Take her, take her, take her

I see it written in your gaze as your rages blaze

You wrap your hands around my neck

Squeezing tighter until breath is but a haze

 

I live

Undead, lost searching for the fragments of my soul

The elements left untouched

 I am but a picture of your pleasure

Torn, ripped and ruptured

Never to be whole

 


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