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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