I am the ripping, tearing the slashing
It might have been a dream
May you not fear
May you not fear
The slasher in you
Walking through a city floating on ash and and and
My screams are a whisper among the flame
Drowning, my voice deep underground
It might have been a dream
May you not
May you not
May you not not not
not not no-
Memories, memories, memories
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STOP KICKIN MUH CHAIOR YOU STUPID BUTT HOE.
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