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Asphyxia

Sleep gentle silence
your screams make no sound
the life trickles fluidly
and falls to the ground

Just remember cause your pretty
pretty death machine
we will bring you up
so when you fall we will hear the screams

Sleep gentle progression
the blade inches in
pictures of you
covered in sin.

Screams like a crescendo
climbing cause your high
you were the angel
now its time to die.

So fall in your screams
your sweet dwindling dreams
precious and empty
reflections give gleams
and all in all
when silent screams call
we brought you up
just so you could fall.


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