There are millions of shadows that live in my eyes
They told me their stories of how they claimed the skies
From the gods that once live in peace, they were shot
And we left them in heaven, left them to rot
And the shaodws found my hand, they took it and said
"among these people walk the ones who are dead.
Can you tell the difference my precious, from mud?
Can you find the ones who drown in their blood?"
I could taste the pain in my mouth, on my lips
these scars onour arms, little grooves, little dips
Where we've killed our souls in to many ways
When the blood has come in to cover the days
And the sun that wont shine without a razor thats near
((oh you are my precious the one i hold dear))
Below us, in hell with the angels clipped wings
The prettiest angel, to us it stull sings
A lullaby that will never let us cry, let us sleep
for the weak at the ones who cut to deep
And loose sight as the haze and the vision all blur
And from their body, no soul is to stir
The shadows keep it there, trapped in pain to decay
And to the suicides, the shadows, they say
"My precios, my weak one, i draw near, i draw near
I see your body, i know what you fear
Let me in, let me it, i shant as once more
Hell draws near now, just open the door"
And i shiver, i hear them, the bells, you can too
Listen, they know to much about you
And they dance in the scars where hell rests in bliss
Death has had children that no one will miss
When the belt is too good and the knife is too clean
Your life is unworthy your secrets are sheen
My precios my precios just let it all go
And sink down where i am
Sink down below
 
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