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I've lost my vision
Sadness in my mind shows the gates of Hell
Time disappears with my misery
Time to suicide has gone
Moon reflecting on water
The sound of death resounds in my head
Like a church clock
My heart's pierced by a dagger
Tears run through my face
The key of my heart is a withered rose
My love letter is a bullet right in your head
Right in your head
Spittle of God is a tear fountain
I've been chosen by the Antichrist
To be his dark angel
You aim in breaking my metal heart
To be or not to be
The rifle in my cupboard
Show me the way
Show me that way
Tears run through my face
The key of my heart is a withered rose
My love letter is a bullet right in your head
Right in your head
Thirty five C. E.