Cry, cry
I want to die…
Gun, gun
Let’s have some fun…
I’ll bring a knife
You bring a gun
Now all we have to do is run…
But remember, there’ll be consequences
As your blood runs down the street
But this clearing is a wonderful place to meet…
As we put our heads together
We’ll kill each other
And we’ll end our strife
With this beautiful knife…
But it won’t be today
It’s not safe
Even though we share our fate
It’s too dangerous
But soon we will be famous…
Our blood will mix
As we get our fix
And our eyes will play the same old tricks…
My face wet with tears
As I tell you my fears
Our hearts beat the same
As I take out the knife
We’re fed up with the hate
So we’ll share the same fate…
The light will die
And so will we
We’ll finally be free…
We’ll finally be free…
I’ve forgotten what that word means.
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