Haunted Heart
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Life, I blame your minds that get a pain,
they’re always risin’ over crime. . . . .
They want my skin, collapsin’ my brain. . . . .
Their better healin’ is rainworm cry !
They cast me over that quiverin’ shroud !
They’re overflowin’ of hatred inside,
and now I’m longin’ for burnin’ alive
and never see their rainstorm night !
This time, we go back to life !
This time, I’m gonna gethcha !
Cries, cradlin’ a ghoul,
hooded my pain. . . . .
. . . . .And there’s no evenfall of life. . . . .
No rainfall time
engraves me inside,
the better healin’ is a haunted sigh !
They cast me over that quiverin’ shroud !
They’re overflowin’ of hatred inside,
and now I’m longin’ for burnin’ alive
and never see their rainstorm night.
This time, they’ll go deep in the dark !
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