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                    Thank your lucky stars that we can call this ours.

Will systems take me home and disassemble me? Will I be terminated with you near? Alongside the others that I hold so close? If I'm to be killed, then when, by whom?

                    Oh, my darling, can you hear?                     My words so pure they burn your lying ears

                              Oh, please rest assured: this was not my fault                     And time is getting short           So I'll be here if you want me Beaten and covered in a red so bloody!

                                Oh, don't you dare turn your back on me                               No use running when the bad guy's coming

                Angel teeth are underneath her lips and kisses                 She won't turn 30                 Or ever hear our birthday wishes.                 And I dare you to tell her                 Won't you tell she was wrong?                 And I dare you to wake up                 And pretend she isn't gone

          i'm just here flying off the deep end           i'm just here to become the best yet           i'm just here for the psych assessment           i'm just here for the, f o r  t h e                                                              F                                                                  A                                                                      L                                                                          L

                    Here, dig me a grave                     And toss in the lives that you can't be bothered to save

                                       To be the hero is all I’ll ask.

             The sight of blood excites me              That might be an artery, son              Your blood-curdling screams just don't seem to bother me none

                                            and I will rise from ruin                                             a beast of IRON & PLAGUE

I fear, my dear, the end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun

Back to the front You will do what I say when I say Back to the front You will die when I say you must die