I will cut letters out from my skin
I'll write characters with my blood
I'll draw my faces with my ribs
I'll form the tumble of my god
'Cause he failed me, I overkill
He failed me with my last will
I draw my faces with my ribs,
I scratch seven lines into you
You can't escape from my grip,
but you've had the chance all through
You're laying next to me on the ground
It's not my face what you have found
Where the beast sleeps lightly we find Almighty
Dead... go!
Lust, pride, wrath, envy
- I feel so empty
Lust, wroth, sloth, gluttony
- I am your worst enemy
Now I see, you are just dying next to me
I was too blind to realize
There's something more in your eyes
I'm not alone...
'Cause he failed me, I overkill
He failed me with my last will
Where I am nobody, you feel my body
Lust, pride, wrath, envy
- I feel so empty
Lust, wroth, sloth, gluttony
- I am your worst enemy

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