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Flat scorched Earth is all there is to show
For an epilogue laid bare
A tired embrace - even past (death)

Guns on the table
Slides locked closed
The chamber concealed to all
Drizzle of embers
Specks against black
That fills me with monsters again

Back to back matching coffins
Just not to meet your gaze
Death to death the more hollow I get
While revenge replays

I want you to die slowly
I want to drag out your death
I want you to die screaming
I want it to fucking last

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